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I just needed an orgasm.
I wondered if all people were like that. Able to flash a smile and a few soothing words for the public but commit vile acts in the shadows. Did compassion even really exist, or was it simply something we pretended to feel? Another tool to keep the weak and impressionable people of the world oppressed?
Life is too short to be boring.”
You’re a wild bird who was born in a cage. A predator forced into submission. We only need to get you out of these bars and into the sky where you belong.”
Because, for some reason, I trusted her. I knew without a doubt that she was the rightful Queen of The Underworld. It felt like lost fragments of my twisted soul had been returned. Like everything was as it should be.
“You look so beautiful, gagged and bound before me.”
“Just because something is small does not mean it’s insignificant.”
“There’s nowhere in this world or any other you can go that I won’t follow.”
“Your true name is Persephone, The Destroyer. You’re not a meek, naive maiden as your mother’s chosen name suggests, nor were you ever meant to be. Your destiny is written by the fates, woven together with the Lord of The Underworld’s to establish a lasting balance between life and death.”
“I plan on fucking you into oblivion, little witch. Over and over until you can’t tell when one orgasm ends and the next begins. Until you understand that all of you—your mind, body, and your beautiful fucking soul—belong to me.”
This was about giving myself permission to make a choice and not feel guilty about it.
She had invaded every cell in my body, branding me as hers forever, and I intend to do the same.
If this was what sinning got me, if this was the hell others warned of, I would gladly burn for eternity.
“You’ve always been powerful, Persephone. The fates have deemed it so. You’re the promised one meant to save our worlds. A child of earth. The bringer of life. You are Persephone, The Destroyer. You were always meant to be feared.”
All I was asking for was the freedom to fuck up my life the way I wanted to.
the book of my life would be written by me, the pages filled with failures and successes, adventures and heartbreaks of my own device.
“You will be my queen, Persephone. My savior. Even if our realms fall and the gods curse us, I won’t let you go. Not now. Not ever.”
“This wasn’t some corner of hell, Hades. This was in Elysian. In paradise—”
“And I would watch it burn a thousand times over to know you were safe.”
Hades was my demon, bloodthirsty and dark, but mine nonetheless.
“Give me your anger, little witch. Glare at me with hatred and fury, with infinite loathing. I’ll take it all, every scowl. Every curse. So long as you live
“The world above may burn. The realms could splinter and fall, and still my soul would find yours. In each life. In every rebirth. Until the end of time, I will love you.”
Nothing was as dangerous as a self-righteous narcissus who knew he would avoid any and all consequences for his actions.

