Coming Back to You || itshcdes
It had been over three months now since she had left the Underworld for her yearly vacation away from her forced home. She would spend half the year trapped in the hole of darkness she had been damned to when she was forced to marry Hades, King of the Underworld, and the other half off in the real world doing as she pleased. Hades was not the sort of man who simply gave up when he wanted something, he would not simply give up his bride. So after months of insufferable fighting they had come to the agreement for her to split her time between his home and her own on earth. Oh how she had come to love her time on earth; basking in the glow of the sun as she lay naked on the beach, dancing in the chaos of rainstorms as lightning struck the ground beneath her feet, the feeling of blood seeping between her fingers as she took innocent lives. Oh how she loved it all.
But she found, as the decades turned to centuries, that she began to love it less and less. That her time away from the underworld became more of a chore than a break. She found in her time away she would be reminded of the small things of home…of him. The way he would look at her sometimes when he thought she couldn’t see, the way his hands felt as the moved across her flesh, the sound of his voice as it wrapped around her like silk. She found herself missing him when she went back to earth, and steadily hating the warmer months of the year for it. Oh how she craved the first snow fall of each year, the gentle cool breeze of autumn, the change in the color of the leaves. But she would never admit such a desire to herself, let alone to her husband.
The memory of Hades never left her mind as she rolled onto her side in her empty bed, looking at the fire cracking across the room. Fire made her think of him, like most things did. She sighed to herself, she would never sleep with him on her mind. In recent decades she found she slept better with him beside her, and in moments like this she knew why. Her bed was cold without him. She never could stand the cold. She pushed away the covers and sat up in bed, running her fingers through her long hair. He used to do that, play with her hair when she couldn’t sleep, when she would dream of her father’s death or her mothers abuse. She never told him how much she loved it…or him.
She got up out of bed and took a book from the top of the fireplace, one of old Greek mythology. She never cared much for the study, but inside was a drawing that was supposed to be of Hades, one that looked nothing like him but all that mattered was it was meant to be him. She leaned against the fireplace and slid down into the floor, tears in her eyes. She looked down at the page with his photo, the tears rolling down her cheeks. She ran her finger tips over the page, heart aching in her chest.
“Hades…” she whispered. “Three more months…just three more” she breathed shakily.
He enjoyed being the king that was feared above most. Out of him, Zeus and Poseidon humans feared him. Why? He was the Lord of the dead. He ruled the underworld whilst Hekate ruled Tartarus. What was it that they said? Let hades into your life and he will not come to you softly. He will bring your very fear to your skin, make you shake and quiver as he turns a mirror to your face to show your darker self. The darker self that you so wish to keep hidden. Embrace it!! Hades Shouts. Embrace your darkness as well as your light! Embrace your inner being! He was feared for doing that. People did not like to show their true self. At first he did not take to his world, but he soon grew to love it. He had Cerburus there to keep guard, and the keeper between two worlds to bring you through the veil. King he was, and King he would always be. God of all of the dead. Even with so much power though, he felt so lonely.
When he saw her. He knew that he had to have her. Oh she was so beautiful. Hair as dark as night, and eyes that were as piercing as the illuminating moon. A smile that could know when the end of the world was, and gods that fire within her. He could not remember the last time he saw that fire. The moment he set eyes upon her he knew exactly what he was going to do. Before long he had snatched her from the world above and taken her to the world below by silver chariot. He knew that she would not take lightly to it, but he truly hoped that she would see him for the person that he truly was. He even tricked her into eating the fruit of the dead which bound her to the underworld, which meant she had to return if she decided to even try and escape.
He let her leave though for half the year, to breath and let the sun beat down upon her. He could not deny her some freedom, even if at night it killed him to sleep in an empty bed. Hand reached out to the fur blankets, only to find that he was not there, and deep within himself he felt an ache. Oh how he wished she was there so he could hold her close. She was probably so happy up on the earth. That was where she truly wanted to be, wasn't it? It killed him to know that deep down, because he truly loved her more than his own world. "Oh my sweet dread Bella I yearn for you to be close to me. I wish you could love me just as much as I love you. You are my whole world." he whispered huskily, his eyes closing heavily.
He needed to see her. He needed to see her face. He threw back the fur covers and walked out of his chambers, and did not stop until he came across a large slab of obsidean, and he looked at himself within it. "Show me my love..." He whispered, and of course at told, shapes began to form in the mirror, and he saw Bella on the floor in tears, but of course he couldn't quite see why at first, that was until he heard her words, and in return he felt tears stream down his face. "Three months my sweet queen." He touched her face upon the obsidean, which quickly disappeared.
He felt a warmth within. Did that mean she missed him? Could this mean that she could learn to love him? "My dread Bella. I count down every second that passes."
