~Dark Kiss~ XlV

Macaria was a few weeks old now. She had adjusted perfectly to the change in nature in the Underworld. Persephone and Hades had to keep and eye on both kids now—a newborn and a curious little five-year-old.

Persephone and Hades felt that Melione's transition from being and only child to older sister was turning out to be fairly normal. She never rued for the baby to go away, but she did get upset from time to time when her parents were too busy to play with her. Hades would be off doing his work and duties for the Underworld and then helping Persephone every other second he got with Macaria. Persephone would spend most of her time tending to both children… but together. So Melione didn't feel like she got much one on one time with either parent.

When it came to Charon though, their friendship wasn't any different. She would still spend time in the fields with Cerberus as well. Though her bond with either Hecate or Thanatos wasn't as strong as her Charon's. When she was told to come back inside she liked to stay and watch Hecate mix together some potions—or see Thanatos help to the ghosts.

She liked to watch her sister as well though. She was excited to be and older sister, and having someone younger to play with as well. But at the moment Macaria didn't do anything other than eat, sleep, and go to the bathroom (and she didn't even use the toilet—which Melione found odd). But she liked to talk to her, hold her hand while she lay, and even just watch her.

Macaria looked more like her mother than anyone. From the looks of it, she had Persephone's auburn hair and green eyes and her small nose. However, she had Hades pale skin instead of her mothers soft creamy white.

Persephone finished brushing Melione's hair. She was wearing a black and white polka dotted dress. The sleeveless dress was all white and the polka dots were black—they were big too. Persephone had parted her hair and had give her pigtails, giving her a very childish look.

" There you go Mel. You look so beautiful." Persephone said to her. Melione smiled and looked at herself in the mirror.

" Mum, how come Macaria has your hair, and I don't?" She asked as she waited for her mother to finish added accessories to her outfit. Persephone looked at he daughter from the mirror and smiled.

" Because when you are born, you get some looks from your Mummy and Daddy." She explained.

" But how come I have white hair too? Daddy doesn't." She pointed. Persephone smiled and shook her head pushing her auburn locks out of her face.

" Because you Melione, are very special."

A dinner was held at Olympus, very much like when Melione was born. The family arrived on time this time—Hades knew that they wouldn't stay there too long anyways after what happened last time.

Hey were greeted by Zeus and Hera and they congratulated them on Macaria and said a brief hello to Melione. All eyes were on Macaria when the party started as well. Demeter had claimed territory yet again on her newest Granddaughter. Persephone and Hades stayed close and Melione trailed along behind them quietly.

She was sad and angry. No one wanted to talk to her. Her friends Hermes, Hephaestus, Apollo and Dionysus didn't even play with her. They briefly said hello to her and then continued to talk amongst themselves and the Hades and Persephone cooing over Macaria.

As the night continued she soon realized that this was all because of her perfect, cute, adorable, new baby sister.

Macaria had to go. Melione decided.

She had thought that being an older sister would have been a lot more fun but all it seemed to do was remind her that she had to share everything with the baby now. Her home, her parents and now even her friends.

Her Aunt Hestia was holding Macaria in her arms when Melione decided to go and take a seat beside her.

" Hello Melione. My, my you look so very lovely. And you have grown so much since the last time I saw you." She said with a smile. " Doesn't your sister look nice?" She asked raising her brow and lowering the baby to Melione's eye level.

Melione scrunched her face and frowned. " No, she doesn't look nice." She said rudely as she walked away leaving her Aunt. Hestia narrowed her eyes at her niece and sighed pursing her lips.

Someone sure wasn't happy tonight.

" Melione!" Persephone called her daughter. Melione sighed and rolled her eyes and walked over to her Mother from the other end of the hall.

" Sweetie, do you mind looking after Macaria for a bit? I just have to run off and get something real quick." Persephone asked her daughter. Melione looked at the newborn in her Mother's arms with a glare. She nodded and watched as her Mother placed her in some sort mini crib ( one that Hephaestus had made for Melione when she was young, but now it belonged to Macaria) and left.

" I'm gonna kill the new baby." Melione muttered to herself as she looked at he baby sister with hatred.

Hestia had been keeping a close eye on little Melione. She knew that she resented her sister—but she had been so excited before! Being an only child for five years is a long time, and then now all of sudden a sibling. It was a hard adjustment for a little girl to make.

Persephone and Hades were off for just the little while and left Melione to watch over Macaria. She was asleep in the cradle that Hephaestus had made. Melione sat down beside the cradle and began to play with her fingers—pretty violently for a young girl.

Then again, she lived in the Underworld. Hestia knew that it wasn't 'evil' but… it did have its bad sides.

Drink in hand Hestia walked towards Melione and Macaria and sat down with them.

" Are you taking care of your sister?" Hestia asked raising a brow and taking a sip of champagne.

" Does it look like I'm taking care of… her?" She muttered shooting another glare at her sister.

" Well you should. That's what older sisters do. I look after my siblings. Now and even when I was young." She stated.

" Yeah, I know you're Daddy's sister." She said looking at her aunt.

" You like playing with her?" Hestia asked. Melione shook her head and shrugged.

" Not really. She doesn't do anything other than eat, sleep, and poop… and she doesn't even use the bathroom. She is so lazy Aunt Hestia." She stated. " Babies are so boring." She said. Hestia smiled and shook her head.

" You were a baby too you know. Everyone here was." She said taking another sip of her champagne.

" Yeah but was I boring?" Melione asked with her brows raised.

" You did the same things as Macaria. Eat, sleep and poop too. They cant do much because they just started living life Melione. But, everyone had fun with you. You're very special you know, the first daughter of the King and Queen of the Underworld." Melione scrunched her nose.

" That makes me a princess right?" Hestia nodded, " Then what's Macaria going to be?" She asked glancing at her sister.

" A princess too. There can be more than one princess." Hestia clarified.

" But why do I have to share everything with her now?" Melione asked after awhile, " Mum and Daddy and everyone else already like her better than me, why do I have to share everything else?" She questioned. Her eyes now had a tear coating over them. " It's not fair." She managed to say.

" It may not seem so great now Melione. But trust me when I say that having a sister is so much fun. You'll see, when you both grow older you will always be by each other. Not to mention, your parents are fun as well."

" That doesn't matter. She'll always be younger than me. What kind of fun am I going to have with her?" She asked. She moved her position and faced her Aunt Hestia by laying on her belly and placing her palms under her chin and keeping her elbows on the carpet for support.

" So? The older you get, the older she gets as well. Look honey. Your Mother has many half-siblings a—"

" What are half siblings?" Melione interrupted. Hestia pursed her lips before taking another sip of her wine.

" It means that they share either their Mom or Dad, but they have different either a different Mom or Dad than their sibling." She tried to clarify. Melione cocked her head and narrowed her eyes.

" What?"

" For Example. Lets say that… well your Mother for instance. She is half siblings with Athena. They both have the same Dad but different Moms."

" Oh. But how do they different parents?" Melione asked.

" That's something I can't tell you now."

" Why?"

" Because. You wont understand."

" Are you sure."

" Positive."

" How do you know?" Melione asked.

" Just ask your Mother Melione." Hestia finished. " Now. Your Mother has many siblings. Some are older and some are younger. But do they get along?" She asked.

" Yes." Melione answered.

" And your Father and I are siblings. And we have 4 other siblings too. All different ages—but do we get along?"

"… Sometimes." Melione answered hesitantly.

Hestia nodded and sighed. "Yeah okay bad example. But we do get along… sometimes. Every family is different. Melione you're family is very happy."

" Can I still not like her though." Melione asked after a while looking at a sleeping Macaria.

" You could. But I don't think that's possible. She'll love you and follow you around no matter what."

" Why would she do that?"

" Because younger sister look up to their older sisters. Melione," Hestia looked at her niece and leaned down to her level looking at her straight in the eye, " She'll love you no matter the circumstance."

" What about me?" Melione asked.

" I told you. It'll be hard for you to stay angry at her for too long."

" Yeah right. What about now? I'm angry at her." Melione retorted.

" Not for too long."

" Yeah? Are you sure?" She asked raising a brow. Hestia nodded and began to stand up to go and get another drink.

" I'll be back in a minuet." She said. Melione cocked her head and turned back to Macaria.

Her eyes were open and she stared at the high ceiling in front of her eyes. She would smile every now and then and laugh just the slightest. Her tiny hands were formed into little fists and she would push them around, her eyes widening with excitement. Melione moved so that she was in front of Malaria's face. She stared at her sister and her sister stared back. Macaria looked confused for a moment and then smiled and burst into laughter, moving her arms around and catching a lock of Melione's white/black hair. Macaria smiled again as drool escaped her lips.

Melione smiled back at her and pulled her sister's hands off of her hair. Now, Macaria held onto Melione's pinky.

" Don't act cute." Melione said sternly but that only resulted in Macaria laughing again. AS if her laughter was contagious, Melione smiled giggled with her.

From across the room Persephone turned her head away from her conversation with Hermes and Apollo and saw Melione and Macaria laughing together and smiling. Persephone smiled brightly and poked Hades.

" Look. Look at how much fun their having." She said. Hades smiled and wrapped his arm around Persephone's waist and then kissed her temple.

" See. I knew they'd get along perfectly fine." He said.