The silence around them was deafening. As much as Hades was enjoying this exchange, he also shifted closer to Persephone. He knew Zeus’s anger well, and nothing triggered it more than defiance, but his brother only burst into peals of annoying laughter.
“Hades, your plaything is far too sensitive.”
Hades wasn’t sure which word triggered him more—plaything or sensitive—but it didn’t really matter. This was his queen, and Zeus had disrespected her.
Hades’s hand shot out, and he gripped Zeus by the neck. “What did you call my fiancée?” Hades spoke between his teeth.
Zeus’s eyes were as dark as stormy skies, flashing with the threat of his power. This was likely not the best move, given that Hades wished for his brother’s blessing, but he would not let this slight pass.
“Careful, Hades. I still rule your fate.”
Zeus determined whether he would marry, and even that was up for debate. Hades was not above defying Zeus, even if it meant the possibility of facing divine retribution.
“Wrong, Brother,” Hades said, his voice quiet and harsh. “Apologize.” He squeezed enough to feel the god swallow against his palm.
“Persephone,” Zeus said, his voice rough and low. “Forgive me.”
She said nothing, but Hades released him.
His brother’s eyes remained trained on him, but Zeus smiled and laughed, throwing his arms into the air as he exclaimed, “Let us feast!”
They filed into the banquet hall with the crowd where several round tables were spread across the large room. Hades would have liked to believe that making it to this part of the night meant they were closer to the end and Zeus would make his decision soon, but he knew this was just the beginning. They would have to make it through this tedious dinner and the festivities that followed. It was possible, given Hades’s earlier behavior, that Zeus would delay his decision another day, but Zeus had deserved the very public shaming.
“It appears we will not be sitting together,” Persephone said, glancing at him.
“How so?”
She nodded toward the front of the room where one long table was elevated above the rest.
“I am not an Olympian.”
“Being one is overrated,” he replied. “I shall sit with you. Wherever you’d like.”
“Won’t that make Zeus angry?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to marry me?” Persephone asked, looking up at him.
“Darling, I will marry you despite what Zeus says.”
She was quiet for a moment as they navigated around the tables.
“What does he do when he does not bless a marriage?”
“He arranges a marriage for the woman,” he said, but that would not happen here.
Hades steered Persephone to a table on the other side of the room against the wall. He preferred something as far away from people as possible and with a view of the entrance. He pulled out her chair, and as she sat, he pushed it in before seating himself.
Persephone smiled at the man and woman sitting across from them, who did not even try to hide their terror.
“Hi,” she greeted. “I’m—”
“Persephone,” the man said. “We know who you are.”
“Yes.” She hesitated, and Hades admired her for trying to make polite conversation. “What are your names?”
“That is Thales, and that is Callista,” Hades said. “They are children of Apeliotes.”
“Apeliotes?”
“The God of the Southeast Wind,” Hades explained.
There was a god for every type of wind.
“Y-you know us?” Callista asked.
Maybe I chose the wrong table, he thought. “Of course.”
“Hades, what are you doing?” Aphrodite asked, halting at their table. Hephaestus stood in her shadow.
“Sitting,” Hades said.
“But you are at the wrong table,” she pointed out, as if he did not know.
“As long as I am with Persephone, I am right,” he said.
Aphrodite frowned, and Hades wondered why she cared at all about where he sat.
“How is Harmonia, Aphrodite?” Persephone asked.
“Fine, I suppose,” Aphrodite answered. “She has been spending much of her time with your friend Sybil.”
“I think they have become very good friends.”
Aphrodite smirked, eyes glinting. “Friends. Have you forgotten I am the Goddess of Love?”
Persephone said nothing, and Aphrodite turned to Hephaestus, who took her offered hand and led her to the Olympians table.
“Do you think Aphrodite is…opposed to Harmonia’s choice of partner?”
“Do you mean is she opposed because Sybil is a woman? No. Aphrodite believes love is love. If Aphrodite is upset, it is because Harmonia’s relationship means she has less time for her.”
She was quiet for a moment, and he noticed that her gaze wandered back to the goddess.
“Do you think Aphrodite and Hephaestus will ever reconcile?”
“We can all only hope. They are both completely unbearable.”
Persephone elbowed him, but Hades felt like he had been dealing with the saga of their marriage since its inception. He wasn’t at all sure what exactly went wrong, but whatever had occurred had happened the night of their wedding, and neither of them had ever been the same.
Dinner finally appeared once Zeus decided to join them. It was usual of the god to make them wait; he liked to remind everyone of his importance anytime he had the opportunity.
Hades reached for a silver pitcher on the table.
“Ambrosia?” he offered.
“Straight?” Persephone asked, sounding surprised.
“Just a little,” he said as he poured her a small amount and then filled his glass. Like any alcohol, it required developing a certain level of tolerance—his was high. “What?” he asked, noticing Persephone’s stare.
“You are an alcoholic,” she said.
She wasn’t technically wrong, but it wasn’t as if alcohol had any effect on him.
“Functioning,” he replied, watching as Persephone took a sip from her glass, as she licked her lips. “Do you like it?” He leaned closer, thinking about kissing her so he could taste it on her tongue, but he didn’t.
She met his gaze, and her answer came out on a breath. “Yes.”
Callista cleared her throat. The interruption irritated him, and Hades would have ignored it, but Persephone was far more courteous than him.
“So how did you two meet?”
A snort drew Hades’s attention, and he looked to see Hermes approaching with his plate and silverware. “You sit before gods and that is the question you choose to ask?” Hermes said.
“Hermes, what are you doing?” Persephone asked.
“I missed you,” he said as he sat beside her.
More movement from the Olympian table caught Hades’s attention as he watched Apollo leave to sit by a man he could only assume was Ajax—the one he’d agonized over when he’d come to inquire about Adonis’s autopsy. Artemis looked both confused and irritated, her mouth set tight, while Zeus glowered. Neither of them liked watching Olympians abandoning their places above the crowd.
“I think you started a movement, Hades,” said Persephone.
He met her gaze, smiling at her expression, which seemed to be a mix of amusement and soft admiration.
“I have a question,” Thales said, interrupting, and Hades cast his gaze on the minor god. “How will I die?”
“Horribly,” Hades replied without pause. He would not normally be so direct, but the response felt deserved given the question.
“Hades!” Persephone scolded.
He felt her elbow nudge him again. This time, he caught it and slid his hand down her arm, threading his fingers with hers.
“Is–is that true?” Thales stuttered.
“He is just kidding,” Persephone assured Thales, giving Hades a pointed look. “Aren’t you, Hades?”
“No,” he said.
Hermes choked on a laugh, but a silly question deserved the right answer, though he considered adding that perhaps it would change. It was possible the Fates would not like that he had told Thales of their plans. It wasn’t as if he knew the details, just that it would not be pleasant.
A few minutes of blissful silence followed until Zeus pushed back his chair, letting it scrape on the floor loudly to draw attention, and then clanking his glass until Hades wanted to break his teeth.
As Zeus wanted, all eyes were now on him.
“We are gathered to celebrate my brother Hades,” Zeus exclaimed. “Who has found a beautiful maiden he wishes to marry, Persephone—Goddess of Spring, daughter of dread Demeter. Tonight, we celebrate love and those who have found it. May we all be so lucky, and, Hades—” Zeus lifted his glass, and all eyes turned to their table. “May the oracle bless your union.”
Zeus’s statement served as both a reminder to Hades and Persephone that he was in control but also communicated to those gathered that if he denied their marriage, it was the fault of the oracle and not his.
Reluctantly, Hades lifted his glass to his brother. It was more of a way to emphasize his promise of vengeance than an acknowledgment of what Zeus had said.
As Hades brought his drink to his lips, Persephone turned to him, and the smile on her face drew his attention, tightening his chest. He set the drink aside in favor of her mouth and kissed her.
The mild applause that started at the end of Zeus’s toast turned voracious and cheerful. Hermes whistled.
When Hades pulled back, Persephone gave a breathless laugh. “Careful, Lord Hades,” she said quietly. “Or you’ll lose your vicious reputation.”
He wasn’t certain about that, but he smiled anyway.
The rest of the dinner passed in relative quiet, and they retired to the porch where Apollo specifically had taken it upon himself to play his lyre. It was likely he desired praise for his skill while also impressing his newest conquest.
“Shall we dance?” Hades asked, turning to Persephone.
“I would like nothing more,” she answered.
Hades led her to an open spot at the center of the crowded floor, drawing her close with no intention of trying to conceal his erection, which had roared to life when he’d kissed her at dinner.
“Aroused, my love?” Persephone asked, her voice husky, her eyes heavy-lidded. Perhaps it was the ambrosia that made her so bold.
“Always, my darling,” he replied lightly.
When she reached between them to grip him, he knew she was definitely under the influence of ambrosia.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice a hum in his chest.
“I don’t think I need to explain myself,” she said.
“Are you trying to provoke me in front of these Olympians?”
“Provoke you?” she questioned on a breathless laugh. “I would never.”
He drew her closer and considered how long he would be able to take this teasing, but Persephone was making it very hard.
“I am just trying to please you,” Persephone said quietly, her gaze unwavering.
“You please me,” he said and claimed her mouth in a hard kiss that only grew more demanding as she continued to move her hand against his rigid cock, and there came a point where he had no desire to hold back.
“Enough,” he hissed as he tore from her mouth, and though he’d caught the attention of the whole room, he cloaked them in glamour as he gripped her ass and drew her up his body.
“Hades!” she gasped. “Everyone can see!”
“Smoke and mirrors,” he said and teleported.
He chose not to leave Olympus, given that Zeus may still summon them to consult the oracle, and teleported to his own estate on the mountain, which typically remained abandoned.
“Not so interested in exhibitionism?” Persephone asked.
“I cannot focus on you the way I wish and maintain the illusion,” he said, which was partly true. The other reason was because his brothers could see through it, but he did not want to talk about them.
He leveraged her against the wall and shifted his fingers so they could drift along her opening where she was hot and wet—a temptation that made his cock twitch.
Persephone’s cry caught in her throat. She held him tighter, her breasts pressing into his chest.
“So wet,” he said between his teeth. “I could drink from you, but for now, I’ll settle with tasting.”
He freed his fingers from her sex and sucked them into his mouth before kissing her again—first her mouth and then her jaw, even her breasts, though he had to tease them through the fabric of her dress. She was lively beneath his touch, bending and arching every part of her body, all while her hands sought his skin.
“Hades, I want you inside me,” she said, her skin flushed, her eyes bright. “You once told me to dress for sex. Why can’t you?”
He laughed. “Perhaps if you were not so eager, darling, finding my flesh would be much easier.”
He reached between them, unclasping his robes, and they slipped from his body like shadows. When he managed to slide inside her, they both groaned. Hades’s mouth was open against hers, and his tongue darted out to taste hers, his fingers biting into her skin as he held her. His head was so full of dizzying pleasure, he could barely think beyond the feel of it.
“I love you,” he said, a little breathless.
“I love you too,” she said, her smile genuine.
He thrust his hips, grinding into her, groaning as his balls tightened.
“You feel so good,” he said, letting his head fall into the crook of her neck, a thin layer of sweat breaking out over his whole body. “Come for me,” he said. “So that I may bathe in your warmth.”
Usually, he would try to draw this out—to bring her to the edge and retreat, building up her desire until she demanded to come—but this time, he felt an urgency in his own body that seemed to demand a quick release.
He reached between them, rubbing Persephone’s engorged clit. Her legs tightened around him, pulling him closer even as she arched away, body pressing into the wall as she shook with her orgasm.
“Yes, my darling,” Hades growled, pumping harder into her spasming muscles until he came too.
Slowly, he lowered Persephone to her feet, smoothing her wild hair.
“Are you well?” he asked, still breathless.
“Yes, of course,” she said with a small laugh. “And you?”
“I am well,” he said.
More than well.
He kissed her forehead and dressed while Persephone looked around the room.
“Where are we?” she asked.
“These are my accommodations,” he said.
“You have a house on Olympus?”
“Yes, though I rarely come here.” Which was why he couldn’t really call this a home.
“How many houses do you have?”
He thought for a moment, listing them in his mind. His palace in the Underworld, his home on the island of Lampri, the one here on Olympus, and another in Olympia. He had another in Thesprotia and one in Elis.
“Six…I think.”
“You…think?”
“I don’t use them all.”
Persephone crossed her arms over her chest, raising her brows. “Anything else you want to tell me?”
“At this very moment?” he asked, the corners of his lips lifting. “No.”
“Who manages your estate?” she asked.
“Ilias.”
Ilias did everything.
“Perhaps I should ask him about your empire.”
“You could, but he would tell you nothing.”
“I am certain I could persuade him.”
“Careful, darling, I’m not opposed to castrating anyone you decide to tease.”
“Jealous?”
“Yes,” he said, unashamed. “Very.”
There was a knock at the door. Since Hades was near, he opened it, though he already knew it was Hermes.
“Dinner wasn’t satisfying enough?” Hermes asked.
“Shut up, Hermes,” Hades said.
The god grinned, but it soon disappeared as he spoke. “I was sent to retrieve you.”
Hades had not considered how he would feel when the time finally came to hear the oracle, but suddenly, he was filled with dread.
“We were just on our way,” Hades said.
“Sure, and I am a law-abiding citizen.”
Hades rolled his eyes.
They left his estate, walking back to the temple, which was so close, he could still hear the music and merrymaking. The irony of this feast was that it had nothing to do with celebrating them, not like the celebration the souls in Asphodel had organized for them. This one was about tradition and control.
“Why do I get the feeling Zeus does not want Hades and I to wed?” Persephone asked Hermes, and Hades thought perhaps she was seeking some kind of reassurance.
“Probably because he’s a creep and would rather have you himself,” said Hermes.
“I am not opposed to murdering a god,” Hades said. “Fuck the Fates.”
“Calm down, Hades,” Hermes said. “I’m just pointing out the obvious. Don’t worry, Sephy. Let’s just see what the oracle says.”
Hades’s stomach twisted sharply, but he had to admit he was glad this was almost over. At least then he could decide on his next move. Either way, he would marry Persephone. What mattered was what would come after.
Hades took Persephone’s hand as they returned, meeting Zeus just outside the temple. He stood in a slice of golden light that streamed from the arched opening behind him.
“Now that you have decided to rejoin us, perhaps you are ready to hear what the oracle will say about your marriage.”
“I am very eager,” said Persephone sweetly, though her gaze was hard.
“Then follow me, Lady Persephone,” Zeus rumbled.
They left the temple area and made their way through a courtyard of statues, down a narrow path to Zeus’s temple. It was a round structure with oak doors, and inside was a basin of oil that he would use to summon Pyrrha, his oracle.
Hades had been through this before, but as a member of what Zeus liked to call his council, though whether he actually listened was debatable. Tonight his council included Hera and Poseidon, neither of whom were favorable choices, though this was where Hera’s word mattered most. Would she support Hades as she had agreed?
Persephone hesitated, and Zeus swept his hand before him.
“My council,” he said as a way of introducing them.
“I thought the oracle was your council,” she said.
“The oracle speaks of the future, yes,” he said. “But I have lived a long life, and I am aware that the threads of that future are ever-changing. My wife and brother know that too.”
Hades swallowed thickly. He only hoped Zeus applied the same thoughtful consideration to his own situation.
Zeus took a torch from the wall, and as he turned toward the basin, he spoke. “A drop of your blood, if you will.”
Hades still held Persephone’s hand, and together they approached. He went first as a way of showing her what to do, pressing his finger into the sharp needle protruding from the edge of the basin. He held his hand out until a single bead of his blood dropped into the oil.