Persephone was a beautiful girl with long blond waves cascading around her, big blue eyes that shone angelic innocence, and her smile so bright, it made the sun dark with envy. She was beautiful beyond her skin with a light soul that touched everyone she met.

As she was playing and picking flowers with her friends, the water nymphs, she smelled something sweet. It was the loveliest smell that'd ever tickled her senses and she absolutely had to find its source. She followed her nose to a far off yellow flower. When she asked her friends to accompany her, they could not because it was beyond her mother's borders. But, she figured slipping quickly away to get the flower and returning would not be noticed by her mother. She bent down and after some struggle, plucked the pretty flower by the roots in order to replant it in her mother's garden. However there was a surprisingly deep hole left in the ground. In fact, this hole grew gaping until it seemed the ground was crumbling beneath her feet. She cried out in fear.

It was the smell that hit her first: fire and brimstone. She screamed louder as furious and rapid fire-walking horses galloped out of the newly formed abyss, their master equally furious. She screamed at the top of her lungs, "Mother! Mother!", and struggled to escape his big, muscular arms but to no avail as he roughly grabbed her and hauled her away.

She reached for the light of the open ground above her but that hole closed and it became complete darkness. To her utter horror, they passed moaning dead souls and dreary misery.

"No! No! Let me go back!" she wept, covering her eyes but still hearing the tortured wails.

When the horses stopped, her captor carried her into a castle. He threw her onto a bed of fine silk but it might as well have been needles to her disturbed mind. He stood before her head and body crowned with dark curls, swarthy, muscled, animalistic, aroused, and naked. Hades is a cruel god with almost no sense of humanity.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked a deep, masculine voice.

"Hades," she whispered in terror.

"Your husband."

She gasped, pausing in her sobbing. She bawled harder, weak from the implications. He reached to caress her bare arms, his fingers hot as fire. His lips replaced his fingers. She froze, silent.

He pulled away and his black eyes looked into hers. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. You are so warm and light and good. You are my antithesis. I love you and only you Persephone."

As he spoke, he soothingly stroked her long blonde hair with one hand, while the other ghosted over her body from arms to hips to bare legs and back. She suddenly felt unsure and heavy, her mind clouded by a heady mix of fear and arousal, her heart pounding. She had never had a man touch her; she had no idea what she was feeling. With his other hand he ripped off her clothes. She cried out, fear winning in its internal battle. For a long moment, he grabbed her calves with his hard hands and kissed her throat.

"Open up for me, my innocent flower," he whispered against her skin, his hands putting pressure on her already weak legs.

Trembling, her thighs fell open to their own accord. She felt him move between her legs, his fingers bruising her delicate skin. He kissed her lips, ravaging and marking them as his own. Her hand delicately cupped the back of his head, her fingers caught in his curls. He yanked her thighs wide open and savagely thrust into her, reaching her hilt. She screamed and pulled at his hair. He stopped for a moment and looked at her. She was flushed, tears in her eyes, and grasping at him as if he weren't the one who caused her pain in the first place.

"Hades," she hissed and panted, her nails biting into his shoulders.

He responded by slowly moving inside her. Inch by inch, he eased out until only his tip was left inside. He lifted her legs onto his shoulders and pounded back into her untried body. Again and again and again and again... She felt something wild building inside her until her tight body clamped down and she felt the most incredible pleasure of her life. As her body shook beneath him, he drove harder and faster into her, getting off on the added squeeze around him. She could not even relax after her mind-blowing experience because of his continued pounding. It was builder stronger than the first time and she quickly came undone. She felt places she didn't know she had. The stamina of a god is something to be feared and worshipped. Thankfully after her fourth blissful explosion, he gave a final grunt and shuddered into her.

He collapsed to the side and pulled her with him, their bodies still connected. They panted harshly. She smelled something sweet and finally noticed the blood red, six-petal flowers growing all around them.

"Pomegranate flowers," she murmured in surprise.

He took hold of her jaw and this time he took her lips with the softest kiss, a stark contrast to his first.

"Do you think I am evil?" he asked her.

She swallowed but shook her head no.

He averted his eyes from her. "Then you are foolish."

"But evil cannot love and you love me."

"How do you believe me?"

"The flowers do not lie."