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Fool

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Chapter 5: Fool (Persephone's POV)

"Persephone," he whispered softly. 

I nodded, feeling a lot more comfortable with my phone in my hands. If he does anything, I'll call the cops. It doesn't get any easier. "What about you?" I questioned. "What's your name?" 

"Hades." 

I cracked a smile. Nobody's ever actually tried that. "Nice one," I chuckled. 

"As much as you wish it was true, I'm not flirting with you. It really is Hades." No way is he being serious. 

"Wait... are you really named after the God of the underworld?" I laughed softly. 

"Are you really named after my queen?" He smirked down at me. 

I stared at him half confused, half amused. I have no idea what actually happened at the club. I have a faint memory of going up the staircase and into the balcony. But nothing else. I remember dancing with that guy but I can't remember his name. I remember the cold breeze on the balcony. That one's hard to forget because cold breezes don't come to visit in summer. I nodded slowly. "I guess both our parents really like Greek mythology." I leaned over, putting the bottle on the black nightstand before standing up. 

"And what if I tell you it isn't just Greek mythology?" 

I frowned in confusion, "What do you mean?" 

"What if I told you I am Hades?" 

I folded my arms across my chest, staring at him. "The Hades? Greek God Hades?" 

He nodded with an amused smirk. 

"I'd say you take me for a fool," I scoffed. 

"You don't think he exists?" 

"Not here in New York." 

"No, because you all worship the Devil here, don't you?" 

"Why? Do our miserable faces give it away?" I asked knowingly. Most people in New York look miserable. Stylish but miserable. 

"Precisely," he smirked. 

"Fair enough, we all do look miserable. Maybe I do worship the Devil," I shrugged. 

"That doesn't mean Hades can't exist here, darling." 

"Is darling a British thing? Because I don't like it." 

"You can say that," he chuckled. 

I rolled my eyes, glancing out the window. "So what are you telling me? That's you're a Greek God living here on earth?" 

"If I told you that, would you believe it?" 

"No," I laughed. 

"Pity," he mumbled. 

I stared at him in bewilderment. "You can't be a Greek god," I stated. 

"Why not?" 

"Because..." 

He lifted a brow, smirking again. "Because?" 

"There's no proof." 

"And if I give you proof?" He stepped closer and I stepped back instinctively, the back of my legs hitting the nightstand. 

"There's still no proof," I said quickly. "Why would a Greek God be here? And why would it be Hades out of all the Gods? And why would he run into me? Because I'm conveniently named Persephone? Please. I'm not drunk anymore." 

"Oh, because you'd believe me if you were drunk?" 

"I might have," I mumbled. 

His eyes traveled across my face, his lips pulling into a small, satisfied smile. It confused me even more. "I'll prove it in due time." 

"That's you're a Greek God?" 

"Mm-hmm," he nodded. 

Did a crazy man help me? Is that how horrible my luck is being to me now? 

"Good luck with that," I smiled. "Can I go?" 

"Must you?" He lifted a hand, moving to tuck my hair behind my ear but I swatted away. 

"I guess you really must take me for a fool." 

"Don't act so surprised. Persephone was a fool for Hades, wasn't she? Isn't that how the story goes?" 

"Actually, no. It was Hades who became a fool for Persephone. So much so that he kept her close, going as far as to abduct her and trap her in the underworld." 

"You know your Greek stories," he smiled. 

"I know he only let her get out of the underworld once a year." 

"I bet you don't know that it's just a story," he replied. 

"If Greek Gods can really exist, why can't Hades and Persephone's love? What's so unbelievable about that?"

He watched me with curiosity. The kind you see when you want to tear someone down and look at them through and through. See all of them, inside out, just to understand them. I don't understand what makes him so curious about me, but something must do the trick. "If that story is real, let me assure you, it has yet to happen in all the years I've existed." 

I let out a short laugh. "Wow, you're really committing to this Hades act. Okay, I'll bite. I hope it happens for you soon then. I hope you meet your Persephone. But it isn't me, sir. There are plenty of Persephones out there in the world. This one," I pointed at myself. "Isn't yours." 

"Then I'd like to make her mine," he replied, stepping even closer. 

I stared at his eyes and he stared right back into mine. I don't know how much time passed in that tense silence. "Can I leave now?" I asked, blinking first. 

"Please, go ahead. I'm sure we'll be seeing loads of each other in the next few days." 

"I would hope not." 

"That's unfortunate," he quipped. 

"Why? Are you forgetting how the story goes?" I moved around him and sat on the bed, pulling my heels back on. "Persephone hated him first." I looked up at him as I stood up, a little closer but nowhere near his tall height. "She needed to hate him in order to love him. Let's say you are Hades and I am your Persephone. Let's start with that hate. And let's end with it too." I smiled, taking the water bottle. "Thank you for saving my life and bringing me here. I would say I owe you one but I'm scared of what you might ask so... I'll stick to thank you. Goodbye." 

"See you soon," he smirked. 

"No," I shook my head. "Goodbye." 

"No, see you soon." He's just trying to get on my nerves now. 

"Goodbye, Hades." 

"See you soon, Persephone." 

I rolled my eyes and walked out the bedroom door. I walked to the black apartment door, noticing that almost everything here was black. The marble floor, the kitchen island, the couch, the door. The walls were white, that was it. Plain, cold, and dull white. 

I unlocked the front door and pulled it open, stepping out. I turned around, closing the door behind me but when I spun back around to walk to the elevator, I found myself back inside this apartment, my hand still on the door handle. I stumbled a little, my head getting dizzy. 

What the... Am I still tipsy or something? 

I unlocked the door and twisted the handle, going outside again, seeing the wall in front of me. I looked to the right and saw the elevator as well. I closed the door behind me and took a step forward only to find myself back in the fucking apartment, my hand still holding onto the handle. 

"What the hell?" I whispered to myself. It's like I'm leaving, I'm moving forward, I'm getting out but... I'm still inside the apartment. Every time I leave, I'm back here. I tried one more time and the same thing happened. I saw myself moving, I felt myself moving, I saw the hallway and elevator outside, but every time I took a step towards it, I would find myself back inside the apartment. 

Am I high? Did he really drug me? 

"You can't leave." 

I jumped, turning around, and saw him standing in the doorway of his bedroom. 

"You can't leave until I say you can. It will keep happening. You'll leave and then be sent back here to do it again. It's the magic," he smirked, folding his arms across his chest and leaning against the doorway. 

I stumbled again, my head getting dizzier each time I tried. 

He walked over to me and I sunk further into the door, staring up at him. "I told you. It's magic. I really am Hades. Greek God Hades." 

I blinked, staring at him. "Am I going crazy?" I whispered. 

"You might think you are, you might even feel like it. It's just a spell, don't worry, it will fade. Right after you wake up." 

"Wake up," I echoed. "Am I dreaming?" 

"Not quite. You're just..." He leaned in, his face only mere inches away from mine. "Stuck," he whispered. 

"Stuck," I repeated. 

"Until I let you go." 

What the hell is happening? I really think I'm just drunk. Or high. Or both. He can't really be a Greek God, that's just... 

"Not possible," he said. 

"Huh?" 

"I really think I'm just drunk. Or high. Or both. He can't really be a Green God, that's just not possible." 

I stared at him in utter shock in disbelief. "Did you just read my thoughts?" 

He nodded. "I sure did. And you're not drunk or high. You're under a spell, my love. You don't get to leave this place until I allow it by removing the spell. And I won't do that until I have you figured out." 

I opened my mouth to say something. Anything. But no words came out. Not even a squeak. 

"Take some time to process that. I'll fix your living situation until then." 

"Liv- living situation?" I stammered. 

"You don't have anywhere to live, do you? You were fired and kicked out of your apartment." 

"I haven't packed," I blurted out. 

He nodded in understanding. "You have now. Don't worry, tomorrow morning, your things will all be here. And tomorrow morning, when you don't feel like you're going insane, I shall explain everything. Welcome home, Persephone." 

"This is crazy," I scoffed. "Did you just—" 

"Abduct you? Since that's how the story goes, that's what we'll call it. Consider yourself abducted. Welcome home. I'll see you tomorrow morning. Take the guest room. Good night, Persephone." He turned around and started walking to his room. 

"Hey!" 

Ignored. 

"Hello?!" I called out after him but still, I was ignored. "Ya!"

Nothing. 

"Hades!" 

He stopped and spun around at his door, looking at me in amusement. "Yes?" 

"Who the hell are you?" 

"Hades. I told you." 

"Greek... God... Hades?" I asked slowly. 

"Greek," he said slowly. "God," he smiled. "Hades." 

I think I'm passing out. 

"Don't pass out again, I won't catch you this time and you'll break your skull by falling on marble. It'll be better to pass out on the bed. Or the couch, whatever you prefer. Good night, Persephone." He walked in and lifted one hand and the door closed behind him quickly. 

On its own. On its fucking own. What in the name of hell did I just get myself into?

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Chapter 5

this chapter was low key so fun to write, especially the second half of it. I love the tension they have already. the epitome of hades and Persephone

next chapter: punishment