She Came From Below

She Came From Below

Volcanoes explosively erupting, earthquakes violently shaking, tsunami waves soaring miles high; though she was Goddess of vegetation and fertility, she was also the reason natural disasters occur. Hell hath no fury like a Goddess scorned– that’s when he took notice of her; the way her eyes narrowed and brows raised, her lips formed what was said to be an ungodly smirk; he noticed her every detail, as the two armored men cuffed, then hauled her away.

He couldn’t let this happen, he couldn’t let a beauty such as this, slip from his sight. He called out to unhand her and release the Goddess to him.

The journey home was a process, in itself. The Goddess looked at the man beside her with wide eyes and a smile began to appear across her face. She started to walk forward down a long walkway, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back, warning her about the stepping stones laid out in front of them. He explained that each one had a lost soul, but the spiteful ones will grab at her ankles, if she isn’t careful.

Across the threshold and through caves they walked, until finally; they had arrived at a very large corridor, with steel poles sticking straight up and into the ground, lined vertical with barbed wire, making sure nothing got in—or out.

He led her carefully through the vast metal door into a large area, that had the decor of what looked like real human bones; she made eye contact and both smiled, leaning into each other, closer…

After what seemed like an eternity, they arrived at the gates of Hell.

He looked over at his prize and whispered, “Welcome Home, my darling Persephone. You may call me Hades.”

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