After being sacrificed to Eros [Greek mythology]

Persephone was blindfolded.

There are jingling clear springs and harmoniously intertwined birdsong in your ears. If you listen carefully, you can faintly hear the melodious sound of a harp.

The breeze is like the back of a mother's hand, touching the skin, neither light nor heavy, hot and cold just right.

The fragrance of flowers permeated the brain, with a soothing warmth, gentle and soft... If she didn't know that she was in the underworld, Persephone would almost suspect that she could smell the sun.

"Where is this taking me," she asked, "why are you blindfolding me?"

The maid who led the way said, "Dear Spring God, this is Hades' plea to you. He is waiting for you ahead."

Hades.

Persephone froze for a moment.

What is he going to do?

Persephone's impression of the underworld is stubborn, even biased.

The claustrophobic and gloomy environment like a tomb, the people with mournful funeral faces, the bones scattered in the corners, the barren land... let alone living here for a long time, even if you look at it more, it will be disturbing and nightmare.

But at this moment, she didn't know if there was a mistake in her sense of smell. She smelled the fragrance of flowers, earth, and the vibrant, tender fragrance of poplar branches.

This is really contrary to her inherent impression.

Not long after, the maid led her to a piece of soft land, which was very comfortable to step on, and it was a piece of new grass.

Persephone is sitting on the swing, some small creatures are fluttering on her nose and shoulders, gentle and lovely, it feels like flying bees and butterflies, as if she has left the poisonous and rotten underworld, and is now in Olin Pease sunny early spring.

It's all so unusual.

She was eager to take off the blindfold and take a look at the surrounding situation.

A hand pressed heavily on her shoulder.

"Persephone."

The male voice is still stiff and cold, but against the background of the surrounding warm atmosphere, it also has a rare human touch.

"Hades,"

Persephone recognized him immediately, "Where is this?"

The other party did not answer, but tore off the covering on her eyes.

What came into view was a quiet grassland, wide and flat, and the dangerous rocks that can be seen everywhere in the underworld seemed to be flattened overnight.

The meadow is endless, only a few streams meandering through it.

Bards played the harp and sang poetry in the shade of the trees.The heroes lay in groups by the stream, talking and laughing leisurely.

Colorful auspicious clouds are flying in the sky, and a few lazy sheep are grazing on the grass.

Most importantly, there is light, a light that shines like the sun.

In any case, this place has nothing to do with the dark and rotten underworld.

Persephone felt like she was in a dream, and she was in a trance, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

"This is Elysee Paradise, specially built for you."

Hades grabbed her snow-white neck from behind and leaned over her ear, "Do you still feel cold here?"

Persephone turned her head and stared into Hades' deep eyes.

He seldom spoke to her so intimately, even with some intimacy.

His eyes are black, pure black, usually only dark and cold, but now they seem to be a little more careful to please.

Persephone's throat was dry, and she didn't know if it was because she hadn't seen the sun for a long time, but she actually felt a warm current running through her body, making her lips a little hot.

"It's not cold anymore."

She couldn't believe it for a moment, "Elysee...Paradise?"

"Yes."

The proud god of death circled around her and knelt down beside her knees.

Although his actions were solemn, he couldn't say a single sweet word from his mouth.

"Someone told me that you like this environment, so I built it."

Persephone hooked her lips.

The days in the underworld were dark and bitter, and she was forced to stay for so long, and her heart seemed to be covered in frost, and her ability to appreciate beauty had been almost stifled.

Suddenly being placed in this sunny environment is like a hungry beggar being thrown into a gluttonous feast... She admits that she likes this so-called "Elysee Paradise" very much, at least it is more comfortable than staying in other places in the underworld a lot of.

Persephone didn't want the man in front of her to know about this shallow joy.

She only pursed the corners of her mouth, her slender white and smooth arms were casually crossed in front of her, pretending to be indifferent.

"Hades, are you flattering me?"

Hades stubbornly grabbed her pleated and soft skirt, looking at her longingly.

"Yes."

His face was not as tough and stern as usual, he was driven by crazy love, and all he showed was his boundless enthusiasm for her.

"I hope you stay. The underworld cannot live without you, and neither can I."

Persephone was silent.

She twirled a bunch of stamens with her fingertips, and the breeze blew by, the stamens disappeared with the wind and turned into dust.

"But you know, I didn't belong here, nor did I belong to you. If it weren't for you, it would not be a luxury to breathe freely in the sun, and there would be no need to build any special paradise."

Persephone glanced at Hades, "...Hades, don't you think so?"

Hades closed his eyes, pretending to be deaf to her words.

His two proud hands tightly wrapped her wrists. In his complicated expression, there was a little guilt for usurping the gods, but more of the stubborn paranoia in his bones.

"I'm sorry to you. But, you are destined to belong to the underworld. Even if Demeter goes to Zeus to complain, it won't change anything."

What Hades said had no deep meaning. The underworld hides unparalleled ferocious monsters, as well as beasts like the Kraken that can destroy the world.

Even if one day Olympus and the underworld really start a war, Hades is sure that he has the certainty of victory.

The longing for Persephone is like weeds that grow wildly in the barren garden. She stays in the underworld for a third of the year, and it can no longer dispel Hades' longing for her.

In order to keep her, he doesn't have to be rational.

"Elysee Paradise will be our home in the future, okay?"

——He thinks he is no different from Olympus, even more beautiful than Olympus.

Persephone smiled lightly.

Hades' paranoia is terrifying, like a raging tide, once it comes, it is unstoppable.

But she is not afraid of him, after getting along for a long time, she knows his weakness well.If his love is the tide, then she can be the moon that governs the tide.

"Are you trying to tear up our previous agreement?"

Persephone purposely leaned down and brushed his cheek, making him itchy all over, but did not kiss him, "...Hades, do you know what Cupid gave me?"

Hades narrowed his eyes.

He pressed her flailing wrist with his backhand, "What?"

"Lead arrow." Persephone said lightly, as if deliberately annoyed him, "A lead arrow that can disintegrate us."

Hades' face was instantly filled with solemnity.

"Qiu, Bee, Te." He gritted his teeth and spit out three words, "One day, I will tear him to pieces."

It's ridiculous to say that he is Pluto, the most powerful god in the world, who was fooled by Cupid's little arrow.

This kind of emotion is very strange. When the God of Cupid sent the golden arrow into his heart, he hated the God of Cupid, and hated love even more. It was love that made him out of reason, and he was tortured by the feelings of his children every day.

But when Venus finally wanted to rescue him from the sea of ​​suffering, he was addicted to it instead and didn't want to leave.

Hades regained his composure and said irritably, "Persephone, I think the matter between you and me should not be manipulated by others."

He rolled his eyes in disgust, and put his arm covered in black mist on Persephone's shoulder, half begging and half coaxing, "Throw away that thing, let's take care of our own affairs."

Persephone was noncommittal.

Hades' ability to hide his emotions is really poor, and his hatred of lead arrows is written on his face.

But thinking about it, Hades is now in love, thinking that their love is a delicate flower, and he is the gardener who carefully waters the flowers.

Who would like to watch their carefully maintained love be eaten away by moths?

Persephone raised her eyebrows, her expression was still tender, but she didn't give in at all in her words.

"Should I say no?"

After all, he got up and left.

However, before she could stand up completely, a puddle of black mist wrapped around her waist like a heavy lock, and she was so heavy that she crushed the horse to death. She couldn't resist pulling her back, and was immediately tightly sealed in his arms by the man.

Hades usually had a black mist lingering around her body, but now he was upset, and the black mist was even more turbulent, like a whirlpool, densely surrounding her.

The movements of his hands were so strong that he pinched her throat and life in his hands, but the words on his mouth were as soft as maltose.

"Then I'll beg you again."

Persephone's eyes were filled with thick black mist, and it took a long time to see the sky light of Elysee again.

He hugged her too tightly, making her feel numb all over, struggling and unable to break free.

Persephone pursed her lips tightly, "Hades, is this your begging attitude?"

Hades remained motionless, he trapped her in the black mist, his withered and slender hands slid across her skin one by one like touching a treasure.

"You forced me."

Persephone exhaled slowly.

"Let go of me," she breathed unevenly, "I'm about to be strangled to death by you."

Hades' eyes were dark, and there was a swimming snake-shaped dark light in his pupils, with hidden sharp edges, grabbing her beautiful figure unscrupulously.

"You seldom have such a cute moment, which makes people pitiful." He pushed forward, "I think, I should kiss you."

"No."

Persephone didn't even think about it.

Hades smiled indifferently.

The next moment, he kissed her without thinking.

I don't know if it's because Elysee's temperature is pleasant, but his kiss today is warmer than usual, it's no longer like ice.

Cole Sephone still didn't like it.

Because when he kissed her, she fell into a dazed sleepiness and lost her mind.

……

After a long time, Hades leads Persephone to the Elysee Paradise.

In fairness, Elysee was originally a paradise prepared for those innocent souls, so that they can live freely in this paradise after death, without the torment of fire and ice, and enjoy spring forever, just like Olympus Like gods, have eternal happiness.

But Hades was selfish when building this paradise, and he transplanted many creatures on the ground.

Larks, sheep, bees and butterflies, myrtle trees, hyacinth flowers... He borrowed the breeze from the God of West Wind, and the colorful clouds from the Goddess of the Sky, making this paradise full of vitality, more humane, and more like Olympus.

All this is because Psyche told Hades that Persephone does not like to leave home.

Making the Underworld a little more Olympian might ease Persephone's gloomy mind a bit.

Persephone was indeed glad to see her.

But she was not so happy, she still wanted to go back to her mother.

Hades was frustrated.

He felt that he was at the end of his rope.There was nothing he could do except force her to stay.

If he was a little better at words, he could still tell her how good Elyse was and how good he was, and make her change her mind... It's a pity that he has always been cold-faced.

Before meeting Persephone, he was really like a cold stone, and he didn't have a few conversations with the judge around him, so there were no rich rhetoric to coax the girl's favor.

If she insisted on leaving, he had to endure the pain of cutting his heart and let her go.

After all, Persephone is his most precious gem, and he guards it carefully, for fear that she will go away, fly away, and even more afraid that her heart will be broken.

When she was sad, he was also sad, and the whole underworld lost its vitality.

Hades looked at the scenery of Shulang on the Elysee Plain, and kept trying to talk to Persephone.

He watched the girl's expression, cleared his throat, and asked her in a deep voice if she felt any joy.

Even if she feels a little joy, this paradise is not in vain.

Fortunately, Persephone didn't shake her head directly, she commented that "it's better than where I lived before."

The two walked hand in hand by the gentle stream in Elysee.

Hades looked at the sunlight above his head—even though he knew it wasn't real sunshine, he still had a thought that he had never thought of before.

That is, go for a walk on the ground to experience the real scorching sun.

Of course, this idea is just a thought.

He is a moldy god of death, wherever he goes, he will harvest a large number of souls... The disaster he brings is unimaginable.

In order not to have any accidents, he had to stay underground forever, on the throne of Pluto, and abide by his responsibilities.

Thinking about it this way, asking the young Persephone to sacrifice her youth and accompany him to live in the dark underground world really wronged her.

She was originally a bright pearl of Olympus, but he, this ugly mole-like person, begged her.

hateful.

Hades couldn't help being annoyed.

If it wasn't for the evil golden arrows constantly manipulating him like a nightmare, he certainly wouldn't be so ruthless, dragging the girl away.

...as if he was mean.

Hades let out a long sigh, and stood on the bank, quietly watching Persephone take off her shoes, and went to tread water in the creek.

His girl is so beautiful.Compared with her feet, the white pebbles suddenly looked pale.

Persephone sprinkled a bouquet of water, perhaps finding it boring, and wanted to find someone to be bullied.

"Hades," she turned her head and waved at him, "don't stand on the shore, come and wade in the water together."

Hades shook his head subconsciously.

"Persephone, that's too frivolous, play with yourself."

After a pause, he added, "Give me the shoes, and I'll hold them for you."

Persephone frowned displeasedly, "Why are you like this? You're like a log."

As she spoke, she directly splashed water at him, "If you dare not go into the water, you are a coward."

The water spray was slightly cool, and suddenly splashed on Hades' face, with the fragrance from the girl's palm.

The heat in Hades' veins froze, and he took a step forward unconsciously, "Honey, don't call me a coward..."

"Then you come down."

Hades raised his eyebrows, and his erratic figure moved directly over.The stream felt the powerful aura of Pluto, and the water splash automatically dodged and opened a path.

Even so, his black robe was still splashed with water, blooming dark flowers—it was all splashed on him by Persephone.

"Bold."

Hades finally stood in the middle of the stream.

His brass-like arms directly lifted Persephone, letting her hang on the bottom of the river, with her little feet only slightly resting on his instep.

The black mist wrapped itself around her involuntarily.

Hades pinched her dexterous chin, and said coldly, "I'm down, so what?"

Persephone smiled lightly, perhaps because she was under his control at the moment, she didn't dare to say anything provocative.

"I want fish," she said, "can you give me that? Water without fish is not water."

Hades frowned, "You have quite a lot to ask for."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, just as he was about to conjure up thousands of fish for her, but she suddenly grabbed his fingers.

"I don't want you to change, those are fake and lifeless. I want you to catch them yourself."

Huddle suddenly had a headache.

Catch...fish?

He was about to say "No", when Persephone threatened quietly, "If you don't catch me, I will leave. There are many colorful fish in the water of Olympus. "

She raised her eyes and stared at him casually.

He was originally much taller than her, but now that he was stared at by her, Hades felt extremely small.

The tip of Hades' tongue went numb.It's against nature.

"How long are you going to torture me?"

He grabbed her tightly, pampering her a little bit, as if he was angry, and rubbed her hair fiercely.

"Okay, isn't it just a fish, I'll catch it for you. If you want the stars of Olympus, I will step on Zeus's head and pick them off for you."

Persephone's brows twitched slightly, seeing his fierce and helpless look, she couldn't hold back after all, and a smile burst out.

"Really?"