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The lunar ghost.
This idea has been in my head for a long time, but I could finish it only now. But the Lunar is already alive so it will be my Au
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ONE
Persephone takes in a large breath. A warm breeze dances around her in the field. Sheâs spent the last three hours working on it, adding different flowers and plants all along the grass. Her skin has tanned underneath the blazing sun. The white tunic sheâs wearing billows around her. She notices the sun has begun to set and knows she has to find her way back to her mother soon. Sheâs allowed a few hours of free time every day, or rather free time from her mother only. The wood nymphs in the trees surrounding her watch her with a careful eye, under the rule of Demeter.
After she wiped the dirt off of her hands, Persephone makes way to her motherâs hut. Sheâs just made it out of the field when she hears a snap of a twig to her right. An old man, looking well into his eighties, stumbles around the roots of the trees. The cane he is using is barely helping to keep him upright. Before the two can even make eye contact, Persephone offers her help to the man. He didnât seem harmless afterall, and her mother usually seems pretty proud of her after she helps someone in need.
âI seem to have gotten myself lost,â the old man chuckles while leaning all of his weight against his cane and accepts Persephoneâs arm.
âIâm sure we can get you back home in no time,â Persephone reassures him. She takes a step forward, but the man does not move with her.
âI actually live that way, dear. Across the field.â The old man points a wrinkled finger in the direction the exact opposite of Demeterâs hut.
Persephone bites her lip, nerves bubbling at the bottom of her stomach, but turns to help the man walk in that direction. If she shows up even just a little late her mother would have her head, but she canât refuse to help this man now. At a slow pace, Persehpone helps the mortal man across the grass.
âYouâre Persephone, are you not?â
âHow did you-â
âIâll take that as a yes then. Iâve heard all about you, you poor thing.â
Persephone frowns. âPoor thing?â
âLiving under your motherâs thumb for this long. I canât even imagine. I love my mother, trust me I do, and Iâd do anything for her, but I stopped living with her as soon as I could get out into the world on my own. Donât you ever wish that?â
âI mean⌠I guess I do sometimes. It would be nice to have some free will.â
âLetâs take a quick break, can we? I need a few minutes.â The two of them stop. Persephone looks around, noticing that theyâre directly in the middle of the field. She can spot a few wood nymphs lingering around the edge of the forest, but they are well out of earshot. The sun has almost set now, and with each inch it moves downwards, so does something in Persephoneâs stomach.
âWhat if I could offer you a way out?â
Persephoneâs head snaps from the sky to the man. The look in her eye leads her to believe that heâs actually much younger than he appears, but that seems impossible to her. âWhat do you mean?â
âWell I heard that you made quite an impression on a God last week at the solstice party.â
âWhat? How do you-â
âAnd heâs offering you an out from your motherâs control.â
Persephoneâs head is spinning. âWhich God?â
âIâve been sworn not to say.â
âHe wonât⌠It wonât be like living with my mother again?â
âHeâs promised to treat you with the utmost respect. And youâre allowed to leave at any time you please.â
Persephone canât breathe. The sun is almost completely gone now, just a few rays of light peak through the treetops. âWhen would I go?â
âAs soon as you say yes.â
A roar rings out in the trees behind them. A warning call from Demeter, demanding her daughter's return. Persephone shrinks back from the sound. Freedom. Sheâd be able to do whatever she wanted. No longer being treated like a child or having her worth diminished. Another roar, even closer than the last one.
âOkay,â Persephone whispers.
âOkay what? You need to be clear.â
âIâll go. Iâll go with this God. I want to go stay with this God.â
The old man drops his cane and before Persephone can go to grab it for him, he grabs both of her hands. Too many things happen at once. Wood nymphs start to slowly surround the pair. Theyâre still pretty far away, but with every step they pick up speed. The ground reverberates underneath their feet signifying that Demeter is only a few minutes away. But then the ground opens up beneath them. Persephone almost screams until she realizes they arenât falling. She looks back at the old man, but he isnât an old man anymore. Heâs younger, way younger, and glowing. They arenât falling because heâs holding them up by the wings on his back fluttering at a nonstop speed. Heâs beautiful, absolutely beautiful. Eros.
But then he lets her go, and sheâs falling, falling, falling. The ground comes back together. Eros disappears. The wood nymphs stand still in shock, and then start to cower when Demeter breaks into the field.
âWhere is she?â Demeter roars. âWhere is my daughter? What happened to her!â
But thereâs no evidence of what has just happened in that field. Nothing but what the wood nymphs saw and a cane lying in the grass.
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One second, Persephone is falling to what she is sure is her death, and the next sheâs on the ground standing properly on her two feet. A loud gasp escapes her body, her throat sore from all the screaming sheâd just done. She collapses to the ground when her knees refuse to lift her up any longer. She looks around, but itâs dark all around her save for a few torches on the walls emitting a green flame. And then when her eyes finally adjust to the light, she spots it.
A dark castle looms not too far in the distance. Persephone doesnât know if the bricks themselves are black or if it just looks that way because of the lighting, or rather lack of it. Thereâs no sky above her head, just a dark endless void. A river leads its way from where she is sat to the castle. And then she notices a man with a paddle in his hands standing inside of a small boat just a few feet away from her.
âHello Miss. My name is Charon and I will beâŚâ
Charon. The ferryman of the River Styx. The ferryman who brings the souls into the underworld. The ferryman of Hades.
âExcuse me, Miss, did you hear me?â
But she hadnât. Persephone canât focus on anything long enough for her brain to retain any information. Hades was the God sheâd made an impression on. Sheâd only looked at him for a moment and now he was willing to share his castle with her. What did this mean? Did he expect her to marry him? Eros is Aphroditeâs favorite son, the one who does all of her bidding. Had she sent him out to make her fall in love with Hades?
Charon shuffles uneasily on the boat. âAs Iâve said before, the king of the manor is waiting for you on the other side of this river, Miss. He isnât always exactly⌠well⌠patient. I think it would be best if we were to head over to him now.â
With shaking legs, Persephone stands and makes her way over to the boat, basically collapsing into the set of it. Charon speaks no more as he starts to paddle the two of them to the other side. Persephoneâs mind goes completely blank the entire ride over. When the boat stops and Charon helps Persephone back onto solid ground, she sees a figure looming a few yards away.
âI donât⌠I donât understand.â Persephone finally stutters out.
âYou donât understand what, Miss?â Charon asks while stepping back into his boat.
âWhy me?â
âWell I guess youâll never know unless you go ask him yourself.â And ever the conversationalist, Charon makes his way back to where heâd just picked Persephone up from.
For a moment her legs refuse to move, but then the barking of what she can only assume is Cerberus somewhere not too far away has her moving towards the figure. Shadows cling to his form, making him nearly invisible. A few pebbles on the ground tear at Persehponeâs dress, so she has to pick the ends up or else sheâd be in fear of tripping. Only when sheâs a few feet away does she stop walking. At first itâs still too hard to see the man ahead of her, sheâs still unsure if itâs who she thinks it is, but then when she catches his bright green eyes, she knows.
âLord Hades,â Persephone barely gets out with a breathy whisper. She does a sort of curtsy just as she would for any other God.
Hades is standing straight up, his arms resting loosely at his sides. Now that her eyes have properly adjusted to the darkness, she can spot a glimmer of a smile on his lips. âKore,â he greets her.
âI⌠Um actually,â her face turns hot at her flustered words. âApologies, but I go by Persephone now.â
Hades raises an amused eyebrow and nods his head. âAlright then, Persephone.â Her name rolling off his tongue sends shivers down her back.
And then it becomes extremely quiet. The only sound made by either of them is their breathing, albeit Persephoneâs is coming out a bit harsher than Hades'. He stares right at her, admiring her, but sheâs too nervous to raise her eyes again and keeps them firmly on the ground. When Cerberus lets out another growl from somewhere, Persephone squeaks and shuffles even closer to Hades so sheâs only a few inches away from him.
Hades brushes a stray hair behind Persephoneâs ear, and then cups her cheek with his palm to raise her face to his. Persephone didnât expect for his hand to be so warm in a place thatâs too cold. As soon as her eyes connect with his again, she becomes mesmerized. When his eyes turn black as they had a week ago at the solstice, again Persephone doesnât look away nor cower. She stays completely still, small breaths making their way through her slightly parted lips.
âInteresting,â Hades murmurs. He takes two steps back and puts his hand back to his side. âMoira will show you to your rooms.â
Persephone stares in shock when Hades steps into the darkness and then disappears altogether, almost like he was traveling through the shadows. A small cough causes Persephone to jump. She turns around to see an older woman who is practically see through, a spirit of the castle.
âAre you Moira?â Persephone asks, her voice still shaky.
âI am indeed, dear. Now if you wouldnât mind following me.â
Moira takes a step into the castle, and after a bated breath, Persephone follows her.
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A week. Persephone has lived in the Underworld for a week now, and with every passing day regret rises in her stomach for making this decision. Itâs way too chilly down here for her liking. No matter how many layers she puts on, she canât get rid of the cold feeling that seems to seep into her bones. Thereâs nothing to do here either. There are a few books that were able to snag Persephoneâs attention for the first few days she was here, but she loathes just sitting around all day every day. The only company sheâs had has been Moira, and although she is very kind, it's clear that she would rather not partake in any conversation that expands past the things that would make Persephone more comfortable in her quarters.Â
Perhaps if she had Hades to keep her companyâŚ
Immediately Persephone shakes that thought out of her head. What would they have to talk about? He makes her so anxious. Not to mention that he hasnât checked in on her once since she arrived. Well, yes he does have Moira ask her how she feels, but he hasnât checked in on her himself. She wouldnât say sheâs bitter, just slightly miffed. I mean, who offers someone a chance to escape from their overbearing parent to stay in their castle with them, and then doesnât speak to them again after the initial greeting?
A loud clash rings from somewhere a few miles away, causing Persephone to jump in her spot on the bed, and reminds her of another reason for her dislike of this world. It terrifies her. Most creatures down here donât have the best reputation up above, and she refuses to find out by herself whether or not they are true. Sheâs too scared to even leave her room, for what if she opens a random castle door to explore only to find a God-eating monster behind it. At least with her mother she was allowed to explore a section of the forests and fields, but if she were to go back now she knows she would lose that privilege for probably the rest of her life.
Persephone has no idea what to do. Should she stay confined to her rooms here, or in the rooms of her motherâs hut?
A knock on the door takes Persephone out of her thoughts. She knows itâs about the time that Moira serves Persephone dinner and for assurances that none of the food being fed to her was grown in the Underworld, therefore forcing Persephone to live in this hell forever. But when she opens the door Moira is not the spirit standing on the other side. No, itâs another spirit, a male, who looks as cheery as can be.
âCan I help you?â Persephone asks, voice meek, and hiding half of her frame behind the door.
âLord Hades has requested your presence for dinner tonight. If you are to accept then I am to escort you to him immediately.â
âIâŚâ Persephone starts. Wasnât this what she wanted? Didnât she want to get out of the room? Didnât she want to finally spend some time with someone other that Moira, even if itâs Hades? âYes. I will go to have dinner with⌠with Lord Hades.â
âRight this way then.â The spirit walks down the hall with a quick step, and Persephone almost has to jog to keep up with him. Sheâs almost out of breath when he stops her in front of a set of double doors. He went so fast and they turned way too many times for Persephone to be able to tell how to get back to her rooms. He opens a door for her and she takes a cautious step in.
The first thing Persephone notices about the room is how warm it is. Her eyes scanned the room to see a fire, a normal fire and not the green ones the torches are lit up with, and then Hades standing next to it. When he looks over his shoulder, away from the fire, the air leaves her lungs. She doesnât even hear the door close behind her. She stays frozen, her feet rooted to the spot beneath her, when he takes a few steps towards her.
When heâs close enough, she realizes that his tunic is actually midnight blue instead of black. His curls are loose like heâd run his hands through them quite a few times throughout the day. His lips are a lot pinker than Persephone remembers them to be. And his eyes are still the same green she remembers, like a plant that just begins to grow at the beginning of springtime.
âThank you for joining me,â Hades greets her, letting his arms gesture her towards her seat. Only then does she see the small circular table with different foods on it ready to be served. Hades sits directly across from her. Different spirits fly around to fill their plates.
âIâll admit, I was quite surprised by the invitation.â Persephone canât even look at him when she says this. But even without looking at him, she can practically feel the smirk on his face.
âThought I forgot about you, hm?â
Her cheeks warm at this. She had thought that, multiple times in fact. She says nothing in response.
âPersephone,â he says, but she keeps her eyes firmly at the plate sheâs still being served. âPersephone,â he says again, louder this time. Finally she looks up. The small flick of his lips, the small smile he gives her, makes her heart thud against her chest. âBelieve me that I did not forget about you. There was some business I had to take care of that kept me away, but I will be at your disposal for the foreseeable future.
âWhat did you have to take care of?â
âItâs nothing you have to concern yourself with.â
âWas it about our marriage?â Persephoneâs cheeks go from their earlier pink to a dark shade of red. She canât keep his eye contact any longer and looks away again.
âHow do you-â
âI may not have existed as long you have, Hades, but I know how Eros and Aphrodite work. They donât set up one night things, they set up love and marriages.â
She sees him nod from the corner of her eye. âYou are correct, that is what they do. But what I was doing had nothing to do with them or with us. And we donât have to discuss any wedding or marriage details in the immediate future. There isnât a rush on anything.â
Persephone nods, feeling even more the fool now. She takes a tentative bite of the food in front of her, not even taking a second to think about where it might have come from. It did taste like the food from Earth though, so she didnât feel like she had to worry too much.
Hades reaches for her hand over the table. The touch surprises her for a moment, but she doesnât take her hand out of his. His thumb rubs over her knuckles. âMoira told me you havenât left your room much.â
âI just⌠I didnât know where I could go,â she mumbled out.
Hades smiles and brings her hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to it. âYou can go anywhere you want, Persephone.â
âBut what ifâŚâ She cuts herself off. She didnât want to sound childish. She knew other Goddesses wouldnât fear the unknown of the world around her like she would. Athena, Artemis, even her mother would take hell by the horns and make it their own, quite literally.
âWhat if what?â Hades eyes implore hers. She lets out a quiet sigh.
âThis world is different then mine above. The creatures are⌠different. I donât know how they would react to me, and I didnât want to take the chance of running into one thatâs particularly nasty.â
Hades looks thoughtful as he lets go of her hand and picks up his fork. âMost creatures are misrepresented up above, or the stories about them are overly exaggerated to make other Gods seem more powerful than they actually are. But I could take you on a quick tour around the castle after we eat to show you that there isnât anything to fear here.â
Persephone nods gratefully. âI would appreciate that. Thank you.â Having some direction around the castle would ease the regret in her stomach.
The dinner goes by quickly, but still very silent. It was a lot of back and forth glances and accidental eye contact and a darkening of Persephoneâs cheeks. By the time the meal was over, she felt flushed all over.
Hades offers Persephone his arm, and she takes it. They take slow steps out of the room and into the hallway. He proceeded to show her different rooms from a library much more expansive than the one in her room, his court and throne, a back area covered in dark blue grass, and several others that she eventually lost track of over time. Knowing what was behind all of these doors, it made the entire castle less scary, and a little less cold.
âYou can venture anywhere you want, Persephone. I donât want you to feel like a prisoner here. My only request is that when you are by yourself you only go as far as the River Styx. There are much darker places here in the Underworld, and if you donât know your way around then you could end up in a very bad place.â
âLike Tartarus?â
Hades nods solemnly. âLike Tartarus.â
She knows the story of Kronos, Hades' dad, and how heâd eaten all of his children except Zeus, who then proceeded to save his siblings later in life. Sometimes she wonders if the loud thunderous yelling she hears from time to time is him.
âI wonât go farther than the River Styx, then. Thank you for the tour, Lord Hades.â They stop in front of the doorway of her rooms.
âYou can call me Harry.â
âI donât-â
âYou changed your name as an act of rebellion. I created a secret one for only the people Iâm closest with can use. Even though they were created for different reasons, their use means truly something to each of us. Please, call me Harry.â
Persephone nods slowly. A small closed mouth smile graced her lips. âAlright then, Harry.â
Harry bows before her. Persephone thinks thatâll be all for the night, but before she can turn to open her door he leans forwards and presses a lingering kiss against her cheek. âGoodnight Persephone.â He whispers into her ear before disappearing down the hall.
Persephone stumbles into her room and shuts the door behind her. She falls back against the wood wondering what the hell had just happened, but clutches her cheek with her palm while butterflies tumble around her stomach.
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Prologue
It all started at the Summer Solstice. Persephone is always forced to attend the gathering, but to be fair all Gods and Goddesses have to no matter how minor they are. But everything about Persephoneâs life is not her own. It is her motherâs, who has tried to mold her daughter into a carbon copy of herself. Demeter has to accompany her daughter everywhere she goes. She tells Persephone how to act, what to say, what she can and cannot wear, how to style her hair. The list goes on and on. It is nearing a millennium since Persephoneâs been born, and sheâs never been on a proper date. The one time she tried, well her mother locked her away for nearly two hundred years to try to teach the girl a lesson.
Persephone is out of hope. She believes she will have to spend the rest of eternity like this, being a prisoner of her own mother. No God would be willing to take on Demeter for her hand. Even Ares, the God of War, is too frightened to take on Demeter, no matter how much interest he has shown Persephone in the past. About five dozen years ago, Demeter forbid her daughter to speak to any other Gods besides her own father, Zeus.
So while at the Summer Solstice, she sits at her motherâs feet. She isnât even granted a proper chair. Her mother strokes her head aimlessly while all of the other Gods and Goddesses joke among one another, and Persephone has to sit there and watch. Everything is going according to plan, until halfway through the party a new guest arrives.
Hades.
It is rare for him to attend the Solstice parties. He is the only God that Zeus will let get away with not attending. The whole room falls silent, and that is the only reason why Persephone looks up from the spot she was staring at on the floor.
Hades strolls in without a care in the world. Like the stories Persephone was always told as a child, he wears a black tunic the same shade as the River Styx, differing greatly by the wildly colored ones all of the others Gods would wear. His hair is long and the curls fall into ringlets in front of his face. The shadows in the room cling to his being as soon as he takes his first step into the room, instantly shrouding his face and giving it a darker edge. The only sign of color about him, the only sign that kept Persephone staring at him for longer than she probably should have, were his bright green eyes.
Artemis is the first to speak. She has always been the bravest of the Goddesses, and even some of the Gods. âWhat are you doing here, King of the Dead?â Her voice shows her clear distaste and discomfort for the man. She doesnât even give him enough respect to use his proper name.
Hades sends her a wicked smirk. It makes Persephoneâs skin crawl. He takes a few steps forward towards an empty chair between his brothers, Zeus and Poseidon. âI am always invited, if you must know.â
âNo-â Artemis starts again.
âHe is,â Zeus finally speaks up. He gives Hades a pat on his back and as soon as heâs seated, the God instantly tenses. âHeâs family, Artemis. Heâs my brother. Heâs always been invited for whenever he can spare us the time. Now come on, itâs a day to be merry. Everyone carry on as they were before.â
It takes a few moments, but the Gods and Goddesses pick up their forgotten conversations. Now a bit more on edge with Hades around, but they take to ignoring him like he isnât even there. Only his brothers will speak with him.
Persephone knew she shouldnât, especially with her mother right there next to her, but she stares at Hades. She is absolutely curious with him. She hasnât seen him since her first hundred years of life. All she hears are terrible story after terrible story of him, mostly by her mother, but looking at him then she didnât feel like any of them were true.Â
While she is staring, she doesnât realize that Hades has started looking right back at her since having felt her gaze. He raises an eyebrow in her direction, and the smug look he was wearing earlier reappears on his face. His eyes darken until theyâre entirely black, but even then she doesnât flinch away, she just continues to stare. His eyes turn back to their normal green and a strange look comes upon his face, but then she spots it. If sheâd have blinked she would have missed at. At the left side of his mouth, it tugged up a bit into a smile of sorts. Persephone goes to smile back, but then her mother grabs her by her hair and forces her head downwards.
Demeter leans down until she can speak into her daughter's ear. âDonât,â she hisses in warning.
And even though she feels Hades eyes on her for the rest of the night, and even though she longs to stare back at him, she keeps her head down in fear of being locked up once more. Watching Hades at the party was not worth the punishment she would receive for doing so.
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âWho was the one sitting by Demeterâs feet?â
While the party had shifted to another part of Olympus for the ones who preferred to keep it going as long as possible, a few other Gods had called it a night to escape to their own parts of the world below. Demeter left with her companion first, hours before anyone else had. Hades would have too, but he desperately wanted to talk to Zeus, so he stuck around until Zeus took his leave for his chambers.
Zeus doesnât even flinch at Hades' voice. It had been the first time heâd made his presence known, but Zeus knew his older brother had been following him the entire time. Just because he couldnât see him didnât mean he wasnât lurking in the shadows.
âPersephone.â
Hades falls in step with Zeus now. âWho?â
âShe went by Kore when you last saw her, but she changed her name as an act of rebellion a while back. Itâs one of the few things Demeter has allowed her to control.â
âKore? As in Demeterâs daughter? If sheâs a Goddess, then why was she sitting on the floor like a common nymph?â Hades asks in almost outrage. His words even work Zeus up a bit.
âSheâs trying to keep the child as young as she possibly can. Even if that means not giving her certain rights that Goddesses her age should have gotten many moons ago.â
âShe isnât a child any longer, brother. Sheâs a woman. Demeter may think sheâs helping the girl, but if you want my opinion, sheâs being selfish and keeping her all to herself.â
Zeus stops walking suddenly, and Hades only realizes when he is already a few steps ahead. He turns around to face him. Zeus stares at him, his eyes shining with mischief.
âYou sound jealous, Hades.â
Hades' jaw drops. âWhat? No Iâm-â
Zeus starts walking again, leaving Hades behind him. âIf you want the girl-â
âIâm not going to just take her!â Hades yells down the corridor. âYou canât⌠Iâm not like you or Poseidon.â
Zeus doesnât even take offense. âIf you want the possibility of having the girl, you know all you have to do is talk to Aphrodite. Her son Eros can help, and he can offer Persephone a chance to get away from her mother and go with you. Maybe sheâll take it, and maybe she wonât, but it wouldnât hurt trying, now would it?â
With a quiet click echoed in the hallway, Zeus has disappeared into his chambers for the night. Hades stands still in the hallway, where heâs been since Zeus had started walking on without him. His fists stay clenched at his sides, and his eyes are closed in thought. When he opens them Aphrodite is stood right in front of him, like sheâd heard Zeus say her name before. She probably had heard, honestly.
âI-â Hades starts.
Aphrodite wraps her arm around Hades, cutting him off. âYou know Iâve been dying to set you up with someone ever since I came to Olympus. Letâs take a walk through the gardens and chat, shall we?â
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