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August 11 - August 16, 2025
“But truly—love looks good on you.” “Love?” she almost choked. “Oh dear. You haven’t realized it yet, have you?” “Realized what?” “That you’re in love with Hades.” “I’m not!” “Are too,” he said. “And he loves you.”
“I think the Lord of the Underworld has found his bride.”
She bit his ear, and when he groaned, she whispered, “Tell me how I feel.” “Like life,” he answered.
Damn, the Lord of the Underworld was charming.
Persephone was not the cleanest baker, and by the time they finished incorporating all the colors, her fingers were covered in icing. Hades reached for her hand. “How does it taste?” he asked and drew her fingers deep into his mouth, sucking them clean. He groaned. “Delicious.”
“Girl, he worships you.”
“Persephone.” His voice was warm and low—a plea. “Please don’t fear me. Not you.”
“Who the fuck are you?” he called after her. Persephone paused, then turned to look at Adonis over her shoulder. “I am Persephone, Goddess of Spring,” she answered and disappeared.
But things could never be as they were before, and Persephone knew it. She had a taste—a touch of darkness—and she would crave it the rest of her life.
“What are you doing?” Demeter screamed over the sounds of bending metal and breaking glass. “Freeing myself,” Persephone replied—and vanished.
She missed Hecate, the souls, the Underworld. She missed Hades. Now and then, she considered returning to the Underworld to visit.
“I wish to claim my favor, Goddess,” he said, his eyes darkening. Persephone’s heart hammered in her chest. “Come to the Underworld with me.” She started to protest, but he silenced her with a kiss. “Live between worlds,” he said. “But do not leave us forever—my people, your people…me.”
“You’re saying that”—Hades pointed to the mint plant—“is my assistant?” “Yes.” He didn’t look at the plant but at her. “And why is my assistant a plant, Persephone?” “Because”—She averted her eyes and admitted—“She upset me.”
Hades had awakened a darkness within her, an ache that constantly needed attention. She would always crave him.
“I have waited lifetimes for you,” he said as if it was an oath he was swearing upon every star in the sky, every drop of water in the ocean, every soul in the entire universe. “I know it.”
