The Power Of Hades

isabella162021 3 stories

Summary

"I will take her, or I will destroy this world. I will take her, or I will destroy you. I will take her, or I will end us all." He's the god of death, lord of the underworld, and all around well...gentle.... and that’s why I never want to see him again. His power emits fear, but his personality shows kindness. Even if he does smell so good, and he could break diamonds with his hands. I mean, Jesus, I’m the goddess of spring, and what would my mother think? I’ve screwed up. Big time. I've shown myself to him, I made myself vulnerable but there's no way he would let me go now. The more time I spend in hell, the more difficult Hades becomes to resist, especially when he stands at my bedside at night and stares down at me with those penetrating eyes. His kisses set me alight, his touch awakens something within me that's hotter than hellfire. My only fear is that he will become my drug, something that I can’t live without. "My love why do you cry." he strokes my cheek as he holds me still. While wiping away my tears I feel inclined to get closer, but my head says no. "Because...I am not frightened....I am not afraid.....and that alone, scares me".