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“Kerberos may be a god-killer, but I am the one god he will not kill,” Hades said as her fingers caressed the hellhound’s monstrous crown. “For I saw his heart… and it beats for me.”
He claimed to love me. For years he repeated it, and all that time, he let me love him undeniably. I loved him so irreversibly that to be parted from him was worse than having my living, beating heart ripped from my still-breathing chest. No power nor joy this world has to offer could act as recompense, for they count as naught without him.”
I miss him. I loved him for so long that I do not remember how to exist apart from him.”
He squeezed her hand, and a flood of euphoria electrocuted her body. His touch was an entirely new sensation. One not even Zeus had conjured, and it was perfection.
He consumed her world, her every sensation, and when they finally separated, it was as if the earth had stopped spinning on its axis and now spun around them.
His emotions rippled off of him in powerful waves and bathed her in a cocoon of peace and happiness. It was as if his kiss was his worship, and she accepted all he offered with greedy hunger.
“Perhaps everything happens for a reason,” Alkaios continued. “Maybe some things happen to prepare us for what is to come.”
Perhaps their past and pain had been preparing them for such a moment as this.
“When you love someone, you do what must be done, regardless the consequences. Love is not only the moments of excitement but also the moments of sacrifice. It is the difficult times more so than the easy.”
Another consumed her soul. Someone willing to do whatever was necessary. Someone who did not merely speak flowery confessions of admiration, but a man whose actions boasted louder than any declaration.
Their lips crashed together in passion and fire, love and desire flooding their veins, their hearts, the very air that enveloped them. He kissed her the way every woman craves to be kissed, strong and true, and there was no mistaking the raw power that shot through their souls as their arms locked around one another.
Just because you were willing to die for me, does not mean that I am willing to live without you.”
“Pomegranate.” Alkaios tasted the name on his tongue. “A fruit from where you come from, your favorite.” “You remembered?” “I remember all you tell me.”
