Yea, just a psychotic redhead, you know, the usual.
Hades and Persephone 4"What?!" Chase roared, livid, "Never! I shall do no such thing!"
Rai winced; he'd been expecting 'angry', but not 'unholy fury.' "Look, I know this isn't easy, but Dashi-"
"Oh, Dashi!" the God of Death growled, "What does Dashi know of love? He changes lovers like others change tunics!"
The messenger was given pause at the word 'love.' Chase...loved Jack?
"Alright," he conceded at this realization, "I'm not supposed to tell you this, but there's a loophole." The green-eyed male plucked a halved pomegranate from the nearby dinner table. "If he eats a seed from one of these, he has to stay with you for one month of the year."
"A month?! He is my wife!"
"And Demeter's son!" the younger god reminded, "A month is really better than nothing, dude."
Chase scowled at the messenger for a long moment, then reluctantly snatching the pomegranate away. "I shall bring him to you in ten minutes."
"No," Jack cried, "no! I don't want to go back, they can't make me
Hades and Persephone 3Jack sighed helplessly at his predicament, running a hand through his hair. There was no way out of the dull, grey room he had been so unceremoniously tossed into, and of course, just when he had thought it couldn't possibly get worse, it did.
Not even an hour after his imprisonment, an armored woman, with red hair and tan skin, had shown up, claiming to be Hecate, goddess of witchcraft, but that he could call her by her true name, Wuya. She had then proceeded to tell him that Chase had sent her to inform him that whether he was willing or not, he would be the Queen of the Dead before moonrise.
Jack had no idea how he was supposed to react to such news, and so did not, and only hung his head in empty resignation. He was entirely uncomforted by Wuya's (few and meager) sympathies.
He was currently wearing a greyish-purple colored article of clothing, long and flowing around his legs and in the area of his sleeves, but purposefully snug around his torso, particularly the chest and
Hades and Persephone 1A full moon shone down on a sparkling brook in a lush, green field filled nearly entirely by flowers of every shade from red to violet and back again. The night was entirely silent save for the quiet run of water and the gentle slurping noise as a doe lapped thirstily at the stream.
Some would say that such natural beauty should never be tainted by a human presence, but those people had obviously never laid eyes on the youth who, even now, seemed to blend ever so seamlessly into the peaceful environment.
His name was Jack, and he wasnt a human presence at all, or not entirely, at least.
No, Jack was the son of a goddess, the genetic explanation for his nearly-supernatural beauty. His skin and hair were the color of the moon itself, and the fingers of a pale hand were engaged in skimming over the stream's cool surface, the boys free hand lightly petting the female deers head, the skittish, people-shy creature not even twitching at the touch. His innocent aura seemed ho