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Chapter 7: Demon (Persephone's POV)

There was a knock on my door before it opened. He stood in the doorway, leaning against it with his arms folded across his chest as he watched me with curiosity and confusion. He walked in, closing the door behind him, and flicked the lights on. 

I sat up, wincing at the bright lights, and glared at him. 

"Didn't I say I'd explain everything tomorrow morning? Why are you still tossing and turning?" How did he know I was tossing and turning? For Christ's sake, he's a god, of course, he knows. He smirked, "Glad to see you're finally accepting reality." 

I rolled my eyes. "I wasn't tossing and turning because I was thinking about you or what you are." 

He lifted a brow in question. 

"I can't sleep because of the dress," I mumbled. 

"The dress," he repeated, clearly confused. 

"I can't sleep in it. It isn't comfortable." 

He sighed, rolling his eyes, and lifted his right hand. The closet doors flung open and revealed a few black t-shirts hanging inside. "They're mine. Wear one for now. Your stuff will be here tomorrow. Now go to sleep." 

"Fucking demon," I mumbled to myself while staring at him. 

"Angel," he smiled. 

I frowned, "What?" 

"I'm not a demon but a god. Clearly, you prefer to call me Demon. Then I'll call you Angel." 

My brows furrowed. "Why?" 

"Isn't that what your last name means? Angelos? Angel in Greek?" 

"Who told you my last name?" 

"I have my ways, Angel." 

"Demon," I bit back. 

"Angel," he sang. 

"Hades," I sighed. 

"Yes, Persephone?" 

"Let me go, please." 

"No can do." 

I rolled my eyes, holding my head in my hands. "Just let me go, for Christ's sake! I'll give you what you want, whatever that is. Just let me get out of here. Remove the spell." 

"No," he said slowly before walking to the closet and grabbing a shirt, tossing it at me and I caught it, glaring at him. "Wait till tomorrow. When I explain, you will understand. And you won't make such unreasonable demands." 

"Unreasonable? Are you serious right now? You abducted me and put a spell on me to keep me trapped in this apartment! I want to get out! I don't want to stay here!" 

He fell in thought. "Shall we go to the underworld then?" 

My eyes widened. "No!" I exclaimed quickly. "No, no, no. Not the underworld." 

He gave me a bored look. "It's not hell. It's the land of the afterlife." 

"Not the underworld and not this apartment. Just let me go," I whined, kicking my legs around. "Why can't you just let me go? Act like we never met?" 

"I'd rather die than do that," he said. "I've spent lifetimes looking for you." 

"What?" I mumbled in confusion, feeling my nose scrunch up. 

He huffed in frustration. "Wait until tomorrow," he said sternly, getting annoyed with me now. "I will explain everything as I promised to do. It's four in the morning. I don't need sleep but I like it, Angel. So let's wait, hmm?" 

"You promise?" I asked, wary of him. 

He sighed, sticking a pinky up. 

I held mine up, pushing my arm forward. 

He stared at me in disbelief and let out a laugh. "I was joking." 

"Well, I'm not. I take pinky promises very seriously," I said strongly. 

"For hell's sake," he mumbled, walking to the foot of the bed. He kneeled on it and then crawled forward to me, locking his pinky with mine before I kissed my thumb and then glanced down at his suggestively. He rolled his eyes and kissed it before touching it with mine. 

I tried freeing my hand but he wouldn't let it go now. I blinked, staring at him blankly while he smirked. 

He tugged our locked hands forward, bringing my face closer to his. "Shall I stay?" 

"No. Definite... definite no," I mumbled, my eyes scanning his face. I can't believe he's real. I can't believe Hades is real. And even if he is, he's here in New York. And he fucking kidnapped me! 

"Sleep tight, Angel." 

"Go back to hell, demon," I snapped back as he got off the bed and headed to the door. 

"It's not hell, it's the underworld," he corrected. 

"Whatever," I sang, narrowing my eyes at the back of his head as he turned off the lights on his way out and closed the door. I sighed, staring at the shirt in my lap which I could only see from the moonlight pouring in through the window. "What a jerk," I jeered, fisting the shirt in my hand. 

I groaned loudly before sitting up on my knees and unzipping the dress, pulling it over my head. I threw it at the door as hard as I could and then put the t-shirt on, taking my bra off from underneath and dropping it on the floor. That dress was really uncomfortable. At least he gave me a shirt. 

I doubt I'll get any shut-eye tonight but I at least try. I should just think of all this as a dream and actually go to sleep. If I think about this any longer, I really think I'll go insane. More insane than I've already gotten tonight. 

I woke up the next morning at the loud, rude, interrupting noise of the blender. I groaned, pulling my pillow over my head and kicking my legs around. I stopped, remembering where I was. 

My eyes snapped open and I jumped into a sitting position, turning around and staring at the door. I hopped out of bed, eager for answers already, and halted when I realized I wasn't wearing a bra. Or pants for that matter. I walked back, grabbed my bra from the floor, and pulled it on under my shirt. I stared at my bare legs and said fuck it before pulling the door open and walking out, slamming it shut behind me. 

The blender stopped and he turned to look at me with a toast in his mouth. He was wearing grey sweatpants with a white v-neck on. His hair appeared messier than last night which made him look younger. "Morning," he mumbled around the toast. 

I sighed, holding my throbbing head. 

"Oh. Did the blender wake you up?" 

"No," I said sarcastically, walking over and sitting on a barstool. 

He took a bite out of the toast, dropping the rest on his plate. "I made breakfast." He turned around, sliding a plate to me with two sandwiches on them. 

I stared at him. 

"I'll only explain if you eat, Angel," he smirked, resting his hands on the counter and leaning forward, grinning charmingly. 

"What's in these?" I asked, picking one up and looking at it. 

"Ham and cheese." 

"I'm lactose intolerant," I sighed, dropping it on the plate. 

His face fell. "Lactose intolerant?" he mumbled. 

I let out a short chuckle, picking up the sandwich and taking a bite. "No," I shook my head while chewing. "Now explain." 

He rolled his eyes. "Right into it, huh?" 

"Yes. I'd like to get out of here as fast as I can." 

He smirked again. That's never a good sign, is it? "I'm afraid once you're in it, you'll never get out." 

"I will kill you," I said menacingly. 

"Ooh, those are big threats you're making, Angel." 

"Demon," I talked through gritted teeth. "Talk before I flush these sandwiches down the toilet." 

He chuckled, sitting on a stool across from me. "You're not human, Persephone." 

I stared at him. "Do I look like an idiot to you?" 

"Yes." 

I grabbed the plate, ready to throw it at him. 

"I'll stop that in the air, try me, darling." 

I put it back down, taking an angry bite from my sandwich. 

"You're not human. And you weren't born here. You were in the underworld as a goddess. And my father took your powers and erased you from my realm, sending you here instead, to the human world. He does this every time you're reborn." 

"Why?" 

"To keep you away from me." 

"Why?" 

"Because I'm Hades and you're Persephone. You know the story too, don't you? You add to my powers, I add to yours. We're destined to rule together. But if that happens, my father loses all powers. And he doesn't want that. His biggest nightmare is me overtaking him. And he takes you away from me in every lifetime to ensure that doesn't happen. And I spend every lifetime looking for you." 

What the hell is he telling me right now? "Am I supposed to believe this?" 

"Yes," he said sternly. "People in my realm think you're no use to me even if I find you now because you're human, not the goddess you were born to be." 

"Goddess? Of spring?" 

"Yes," he nodded. "And the queen of the underworld. We're meant to rule together. Without you, I can never take over. And without me, you can never become the goddess you were born as. After spending all these lifetimes searching for you, I've finally found you in this one." 

"So? I like my life as a human, I have no interest in helping you, becoming your queen, or a goddess. Leave me alone, Demon." 

"I'm afraid I can't do that. I have too much to lose in the underworld. Without taking over, my world will slowly cease to exist, and... so will I." Oh, shit. He's in it for his life. Or existence, same difference. "That's the purpose I was born to serve. If I fail, I have no purpose and therefore no reason to exist. If you remained the goddess you were born as and refused to help me then, you would cease to exist too." 

"Luckily I'm human," I smiled, reaching for the second sandwich. My plate slid across the counter and right into his hands. 

"You can help willingly or I can force you into it. But you will help me, one way or another, Persephone. You know how the story goes. It's happily ever after for me in both ways. But if you don't agree, I'll ruin everything for you. And I mean everything." 

"I don't have much left." 

"That's what you think. But you have Anastasia." 

I froze. 

"You have your parents. Yes, they're not here for you often but that doesn't make you love them any less. You'd die for them. But you can't stand to see them die, can you?" He smirked, lifting a brow. "Shall we test it?" 

"Go to hell." 

"Underworld, how many times must I correct you, my love?" 

"Test it and I'll never help you. I'd rather die." 

He huffed. "What will it take for you to help me?" 

"Something worth it. Starting with that sandwich," I smirked. 

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Chapter 7

Dude, someone count how many times I've updated today and give me an award for it. No, but fr I am VERY into this book and I will keep writing because it makes me so happy to write this 

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