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A/N: I tip my hat to Utena-chan�s To
Pluck a Rose in this chapter, and I encourage all of you to read that tale
on FF.Net. Thanx for the reviews!

Chapter II: The Morning After

By Saoirse the Irish Colleen

The crash and scream was so very far
away until Utena saw the buffet table fly into the opposite wall lifting the
succulent foodstuffs fifty feet into the air, causing all the guests to
stampede from every exit and window in the ballroom. With a shocked hand on her
cheek, Anthy set down the teapot from which she was filling Miki�s cup on a
table. �Chu Chu! You naughty boy! I thought I told you not to jump out on the
table. It�s not nice.� Wakiya Aiko danced an jig shaking out her tangerine gown
by the taffeta fistfuls until the mouse in question jumped from her skirt with
half a celery stick, its tube filled with oozing Dijon dip.

�Himemiya�?� Utena resurfaced
groggily blinking out of her daydream sitting at the edge of the deck chair
with Touga sprawled out behind her, roused from dozing when a Tiffany
candelabrum crashed out a window and plunked into the pool. The president was
gone in a red and white flash attempting to restore order, Utena sat planted
her thighs cemented and skin iced from sweat her body vibrating alive, an
antennae absorbing all sensation from every living thing that moved within her
perimeter. The glass mug fell from her fingers and rolled across the slate.
�Otou� san��

�Utena-sama?� She whipped around and
saw Anthy blinking in unerring ignorance. The Rose Bride�s concern melted back
into a grin, hands clasped on the crisp pleats of the Ohtori uniform the Indian
girl stood blatantly carefree of the universal insanity breaking around them.
�Shall we go?� And only for a spilt second did Utena want to slap that grin off
her face. How did she do that? Was it possible for Himemiya to teach her the
secret to smiling when life expectorated in your face?

�Unh�� It was the longest walk Utena
had been on in her life, and the most uncomfortable with the breeze hitting her
sopping crotch. Utena stayed in the shower a half an hour longer than usual,
something that Himemiya did notice but refrained from questioning her mistress
judging by her fevered countenance. She pulled on her nightgown, pinned her
nightcap on and turned out the light. The laundry bag sat uselessly in the empty
green plastic basket at the foot of the washer; on the dryer were the Tide and
Snuggles waiting for Himemiya in the morning. Utena pulled the plastic catch up
along the white nylon cord and dug through the soiled colors for a towel to
roll her shorts and underclothes in. She opened the washer�s portal door loaded
it, set it to WARM-COLD, poured in the detergents, and waited for the drum to
fill. There was no way in hell would she be able to close her eyes for the rest
of the night, it was 2:10 in the morning and all she kept seeing was a tangle
of pink and red hair and sweat sheened limbs. Touga�s hot breath steaming on
her body, his thick cock jabbing her bowstrung cleft punishing her with his
admissions of love� she needed another shower.

* * *

Utena�s week steadily progressed
rolling further downhill. She slept a total of 10 hours, most of which done in
class Wakaba unable to cover for her friend in front of the teachers cooked up
a story about an iron deficiency condition and Ohtori�s resident physician was
changing Utena�s prescription. The uber-genki schoolgirl was not about to let
her best friend off the hook so easily, every time she attempted to give Utena
the Third Degree she�d doze off, or worse unacknowledged Wakaba�s presence even
as they ate lunch. Wakaba actually ate; Utena just laid her head on the table
after sipping some juice. The doe-eyed brunette sat two seats across from her
girl-prince drumming her short pearline pink nails on her lower lip as their
class assembled for fifth period world history, Miyawa-sensei was never known
for patience preferring to get straight to business marching up the center
aisle to take her place behind the podium where the overhead waited, a boxful
of transparencies in the crook of her arm. The students communally pressed
their lips together to further stifle any groans that would buy them a one-way
ticket to detention; Miyawa-sensei was known for her zero tolerance policy a
demeanor bespoke by her fashion tastes: gun metal gray tweed suits, unassuming
carnation pink twill blouses with starched collars, their seams razor sharp.
She spun on the balls of her brown snakeskin pumps scanning the classroom with
her hawk eyes behind horn-rimmed glasses mentally calling roll. The
twenty-five-year-old could have been considered attractive with her sable hair
swept up stylishly in a chignon anchored by a silver dragonfly pin studded with
black and white crystals, aquiline nose, and smoky eyes if she would drop her
defenses since she behaved like a four-star general reviewing her armies
outside of class.

�Persephone,� Miyawa-sensei
declared, �the Maiden of Spring and daughter of Demeter, Lady of the Grain and
Harvests. Hades, God and ruler of the Underworld, brother to Zeus ruler of all
Olympian Gods and Poseidon ruler of the sea.� The cicadas chirped daintily, the
cream window shades lifted smoothly from the warm late afternoon breeze. �Does
anyone have an iota of understanding as to what I�m talking about?� A student
coughed somewhere in the back rows. Miyawa quirked a brow making a mental note
to get the name of that person at the end of class. �If any of you have
a care about next Friday�s exam,� she said slapping three dry-erase markers on
her palm as a dominatrix would a cat o�ninetails, �you should have cracked open
your textbooks over the weekend instead of liquefying your brains with
Playstation 2 or loitering in the Internet caf�.� The lights went out and the
overhead glowed whirring like a jet engine, Utena felt the dusty heat on her
face escape from the vents closing her eyes she inhaled salty sea air, daring
herself to look down at the jetty livid, rolling waves blanketing the jagged
rocks in white foam, each wave attempting to grasp heaven but the water whilst
in flight relented, retreating back to the depths�

* * *

Persephone flicking her pink braid
over her shoulder retrieved her basket resting on a flat rock to cradle it in
her arms, not even the most fragrant and beautiful of blossoms could lift this
melancholy. Amphitrite was missing. Her dearest friend swallowed up by a wave
while dancing on Naxos, what sort of misdeed could such a genteel goddess
committed to deserve such punishment? Over yonder was the melodious gay
laughter and games the Oceanids were hard at in the meadow, showers of petals
flew on the winds coaxing Persephone to join them. Dusting off her short sky
blue toga, the maiden ready to concede and quit being disagreeable was about to
leave her spot on the cliff when the whispers of the saddest song carried on
the winds caressed her cheek, summoning her. Jogging down the slope to the
shore, Persephone splashed through shallow puddles, skipped over sleeping
stones nestled in wet, brown sand the melody getting louder the faster she
went. The sun scalded sand scrunched under her sandals, grains finding their
way between her toes, Persephone suddenly stopped short shielding her eyes with
an open hand made out a small figure standing a dozen yards away from her. A
silver-haired youth, just a few years her junior stood decked in immaculate white,
a sheathed saber at his side the hilt made of gilt leaves and emerald. The
pommel stone shimmered, fashioned from a flawless ruby carved into the most
extraordinary flower Persephone ever seen. She was unsure if its glow came from
the arching sun passing through it, or if it breathed with its own life force.
Before she could call out to him he was gone from sight and Persephone felt
somewhat abandoned then deduced he had to be the elusive Helios. He rarely, if
ever left his sky palace, so disheartened by the sorry state of the world
seldom communicating with anyone on Earth. So what was he doing by that cave?

The song echoed from inside the
cave, approaching it Persephone lurked at its mouth, her little hands clawing
at the stone listening to the words:

Mukudori, yamabato, koganegumo

Omurasaki mo yume no naka

Otsuki miso wa nemurenai

Gin no shizuku o nonda kara

Andron, dron, naidron

Yoru no koe nori ni watareba

Andron, dron, naidron

Oyasumi yoiko

Ashita sametara agemashou

Kiichigo, natsugumi, yamaboushi

Yusuge, kisuge, kono hazuku

Yofukashi no usagi beni suzume

Shippo no kireta tokage no ko

Kawari ni tsukeru ryu no tama

The voice was despondent and empty but the song
expressed such intimate love between a mother and her child at the most
perilous time in a child�s day to day life: bedtime. But such was the ways of
love, ecstatic and tragic. Demeter avoided explaining to her daughter man�s
imperfections and the catastrophes, which ultimately were the consequences of
them.

Andron, dron, naidron

Yoru no koe nori ni watareba

Andron, dron, naidron

Oyasumi yoiko

Ashita sametara agemashou

Genge no jutan mimikazari

Dokuzeri, asebi, yamakagashi

Mozu no eda niwa amagaeru

Kitsune ga tabeta shika no ko wa

Tsuki no momo-iro mite shinda

Andron, dron,
naidron

Yoru no koe nori ni watareba

Andron, dron, naidron

Oyasumi yoiko

Ura
no sugi no ki naitanara

Akai
fuku kite, nigemashou

Oyasumi,
yoiko

Oyasumi�

Saa

Still, Persephone felt it her duty
to find the owner of this voice and perhaps find a way to ease whatever pain
she might be in. Sucking in a proud breath she was determined to brave the
darkness therein and, although keeping in mind she was trespassing, invited
herself in. Astounded by her daring, or the complete denial of fear Persephone
walked the caverns calmly and silently heedful of any imp or goblin ready to
lash out at her. There was only the intermittent drip of water and humming from
the sad siren. How deep was she coiling into the Earth Persephone didn�t want
to dwell on or she would make haste and turn back, when she saw a dim light
flickering in the distance Persephone was relieved the darkness having been her
only company for so long left her breathlessly lonely. At last Persephone was
able to make out what sort of residency the siren took and she was astounded to
say the least. The rock was as smooth as ebony marble etched away by eons of
humidity and erosion, a plethora of raw gems rooted in the earth twinkling
jovially like the night sky. It was warm and she suspected not from the fire but
naturally baking the earth from the sunrays, and she could hear the comforting
crashing waves as if she were standing once more at the mouth of the cave.
Persephone entered an encompassing anteroom and at its center was a great pit,
the fire crackled and snapped, where the heat originated from coal or wood she
couldn�t tell for atop it was a cauldron excitedly bubbling. On the tables and
shelves sculpted into the walls were bottles and jars of plants, herbs, potions
and powders. The colors and shapes made them quite attractive but Persephone
knew better, her mother always warned her about sorceress� brews and that she
should never touch any of its constituents. There were skulls of various sizes
of horrid creatures, from the vampire bat to a manticore, preserved were eyes,
tongues, claws, and brains to use for whatever spell or concoction the
sorceress may have need for. The only sign of life came from inside a Cyclops
skull on the floor, the skittering scratch of a silver platter piled with
sweetmeats pushed by a mouse.

�Chu-Chu�� The little creature
unawares of the enchanted spring maiden proceeded to stuff himself silly.

�Ara, you finally made it.�
Persephone whirled around and came face to face with the lady of the house.
�Irashaimasse,� she bowed deeply her violet hair sliding on either side of her
striking face, the ends just brushing her spotless floor. Persephone made no
attempt to utter her thanks so startled was she by this mage. She expected some
matronly woman or worse, some old hag ready to curse her into the next epoch,
not the sylph prostrating before her. Layer upon layer of violet tresses fell
past her hips; she had the finest earth toned skin, and forlorn leaf green
eyes. The mage had the bright red Hindu marking on her forehead and gold bangles
rattled dryly on her slim ankles and wrists like a gypsy. Lifting her skirts
Persephone could see her indigo toga was the color of velvet; the flesh beneath
was softer. �I am Hecate,� she said busying herself with a tray, a pair of cups
and a teapot materialized. Hecate filled the teapot with water from a gurgling
fount, the water was from the freshest underground spring untouched by mortals;
she set the pot into the pit only a few moments wait until the water was hot
enough for the tea. �There are millions of questions milling in your mind,
Persephone. Try to decide on what is your first.� The pink-haired girl
swallowed a gob of saliva loudly at the mention of her name from a
goddess-witch she�d never encountered before.

�How do you know me?�

�I was present at your birth,�
Hecate wrapped a rag around the iron handle of the piping hot pot and lifted it
onto a smooth, flat stone and sprinkled a handful of tea leaves into the water.
�Next question.�

�Do you know of Amphitrite? Where is
she? Is she well?� Hecate poured even amounts of the sweet brew into their
cups.

�The answer to the first two is yes
and the last she is happy.� Persephone recoiled by Hecate�s kind frankness.

�You won�t tell me where she is,
then.� She laid out pewter bowls of figs, dates, and grapes.

�It is not my place to impede myself
in the marriage of others.� Persephone gasped and collapsed on a three-legged
stool, she never thought Amphitrite�s kidnapping might be from a prospective
husband. Not that she thought little of her friend nor was she unattractive,
but who would want to just carry her away just like that, no goodbyes.
Persephone�s jaw set and her cerulean eyes hardened it had to be a god who was
heartless, coldblooded with seawater gushing through his veins. But who? She
was not familiar with any of the gods who met on Mount Olympus Demeter raised
her daughter within the confines of the temple grounds. Persephone released the
breath she was holding and just as she was stretching her fingers for her cup�s
handle a chilly blast of air lashed against her cheek making the wayward
strands of hair fly up, Hecate sat adjacent from her unaffected. She stood
straight up, hands flat on the wood looking over the other woman�s head. It was
coming from one of the several adjoining caverns down the short passageway.

�What was that?�

Hecate sipped
her tea taking her time. �That place is where you will meet your destiny.�
Persephone was nonplussed and yet she dared not to question this lady. �In you
must go.� Her heart knocked in her throat at the suggestion of this but by
Hecate�s attitude Persephone once again abstained from questioning and pushed
any refusals out of her mind. Her fists crossed over her chest she took the
first few steps out of the reception room and looked back briefly in Hecate�s
direction. The sorceress continued drinking her tea and didn�t once turn
around. Persephone passed what had to be Hecate�s bedchamber, a round bed in
soft hues of purple and lavender, satin the curtains pulled back just enough to
see a partially complete garland string of that same strange blossom on Helios�
sword in pink, white, red, blue, green, orange, black, and purple. Black
candles dripped in their bronze stands, the soft friendly light from an oil
lamp chandelier bathed the room in place of windows letting in the sun. A
looking glass stood in the corner draped partly by what looked like a white
sheet, when Persephone leaned in the doorway she could see the red lining
peeking from under it. Closer inspection determined that it was a mantle,
blinking in the candlelight was a thin gold chain hung limply down the
reflective surface. Hieroglyphics adorned the armoire doors. Painted in silver
on the black-lilac varnish was a series of pictures. Going clockwise was the
first of the drawings a pair of handsome young men with their arms wrapped
about each other�s shoulders staring bald-facedly into one another�s eyes. In
profile they appeared to be identical twins save for the young man on the right
being short-haired with a braid gingerly cradling the back of his skull, and
the one on the left had a lengthy tail of hair curling about his neck over his
shoulder spilling down his naked torso. Festoons of palms, pine, and
fleur-de-lis interwoven with Turkish mosaics and the small two-faced visage of
Janus hovered aloft. The next portrait was of a castle being stormed by angry
mobs armed with swords; below the first portrait were the two men again this
time both sprouted angel wings, on the ground was the short-haired twin with
wings of snowy white immobilizing him was his pony tailed brother with a single
hand on his upper arm, his wings a jet black. Sensually winding about his
narrow waist was a double-headed serpent a ruby orb between their open jaws.
The final one had a naked woman suspended in midair, a sword speared her hands
as a million swords aglow with mortal hatred whirled about her and below sat
the shorthaired man atop a huge globe head bowed on his drawn knees, disgraced.

The tragic tale traumatized her
though she had little idea why; she�d heard far more graphic accounts of the
realities in Tartarus in the lower world and its ominous overlord generating
some of her worst nightmares. Persephone left Hecate�s room descending further
down the corridor positive she saw a solid wall just moments before wandering
into Hecate�s room, the lights dimmed the farther she went until they were
seemingly snuffed out and Persephone was alone once more. Unexpectedly
something knocked her down into the dirt, that same blast of air Persephone
felt earlier this time more vicious than a Harpy�s wrath. Shielding her face
from flying debris Persephone got to her feet and slogged on, battering her
were the winds this time they carried howls of great despair, clanking chains,
cracking whips, and pleas for mercy. Persephone flattened herself against the
wall her head falling into her hands, her whole body reduced to a quaking lump
of flesh. �No� no� I cannot! Please, let me out!� The orgy of the torture pit
got closer though she never left her spot. A great rumble in the Earth set her
flying forward and she tried to catch herself but the ground had mysteriously
thinned out and Persephone nearly took a tumble over the ledge. She kicked her
legs groping at the wall hefting herself up. �Help me! Help!� The cavern roared
and swayed its force increasing the harder she held fast to the wall. �Ohhh!�
The ledge began caving in, rocks falling down into the bottomless abyss
futilely Persephone slithered backwards until the ground gave way, the maw
hungry to blot her from existence until a steely embrace dictated otherwise.

�Persephone�� The kiss opened her
soul profoundly and deliberately yielding her effervescent will perfectly, her
dark lover interleaving a silver key into her soul unlocking all the licentious
whimsies she�d dare not entertain even during meditations for fear of
repercussions from her mother. Persephone�s fear fueled the kiss deeper;
astounding her was his sheer size running her arms around his back weakening
her, the icy black armor hardening her nipples and something else, an
unfamiliar twinge and moistness in her most secret place. Persephone was sure
that these events were in some way connected, but her shadowy mind couldn�t
afford to tax itself further so she dropped off as she sailed away on a cloud of
red mist.

* * *

She turned on her side half
expecting one of her handmaidens to barge in and exchange her delicious dream
morning devotions. Persephone unwound herself from her awkward position as she
tilted her head upward she was engulfed by a resilient sky laden with stars
burning so mightily that she feared them crashing down on her. Persephone so
enthralled she didn�t realize she was not alone.

�Do you like it?� Persephone whirled
this way and that unable to find who spoke, contrary to the illuminated heavens
everything beneath was veiled in shadow. Persephone was not able to see her
hands in front of her face, this magic done as a poor prank or with ulterior
motives. �I�m so used to seeing you smile, Persephone. What�s wrong?� She
yelped when someone turned up right beside her. He was a statuesque man;
whipcord muscles winding up his long limbs and a claret mane spilling down his
broad back. He held his chin up proudly, hands clasped behind his back;
Persephone just made out his profile and could tell he was grinning rather
smugly. And that niggled her.

�Where am I?� Persephone took two
steps forward; strange how she did not get any closer to him. The soft quiver
of silken petals under her naked feet from a breeze that left them untouched
caused her to look down; she was ankle deep in red blossoms clutching at her
legs like a lover�s hands. Persephone tentatively picked one and held it out
for his inspection; it was no accident why they stood at arm�s length of one
another. �What is the name of this flower?�

�It�s a rose. They don�t grow in
your world, which is why you won�t find them.� He explained without facing her.
Persephone stirred her index finger in the velvety ruffles. �They�re yours� if
you want them.� She was speechless for the first time in her young life;
Persephone had never met this man before and here he was offering her something
of great significance in his world, but something irked her about his attitude,
he was being too familiar with her, his tactics performed with flair and
dexterity. But that was not what truly worried her.

�Why do I feel like I know you?� He
laughed low in his throat conspiratorially; he caressed a wisp of her hair
dragging it between his index and middle fingers.

�Because I love you.�

If it was any more of a perfect time
to wake up, it was then. Persephone came to discovering she hadn�t left her
tuffet on the cliff. The Oceanids weaved throughout a coppice of trees playing
hide and seek, Persephone stood on the incline her paranoia dissected every whistle
of the wind. There wasn�t so much as a butterfly sighing on a grass blade let
alone singing, she hugged herself protectively but there was such sincerity in
his words promising her that even if she were to grow wings and take off he
would chase her down for eternity. Persephone called to the Oceanids who put an
end to their frolicking and accompanied their lady back to her mother�s temple.
The women silently vacated the field the sea breeze kicked up at their backs
jostling the trees; their branches parted the way for the sun to throw his
final pink rays on the Earth before sliding into the sea. The shadows reshaped
then dissolved, the lone figure keeping watch under their cover freed his red
hair from the confines of his helmet and satisfactorily strolled down the slope
to the beach.

* * *

Dou! Men! Kote! Tsuki! Repetition
was cathartic but going back to basics was key in taking down the strongest of
opponents. It was the way of the warrior and so content was he to forever train
in his dojo perfecting the craft he mastered, but it was their father who pried
the shinai from his small fists to draw the lots he was sure were fixed to set
his inferiority in stone. And so Poseidon was assigned the sea, a dominion
capricious as its ruler his dear brother remarked once. Dropping the
bokken into the wall rack Poseidon swabbed his sweating face with a linen towel
starting with his forehead picking up the moisture to the underside of his
chin. He breathed deeply into the towel opening his eyes to see the burgundy
varnished maple sword rack at his feet. He studied the sword it cradled; the
sageo, kurikata, and fuchi made of satin, painted on the saya were swags of the
Japanese rose. All in shocking white on the lacquered black, the empty hooks
above where its twin once hung made the thing look lopsided. Poseidon tossed
the towel into a corner and reached for the katana, in all these years he
wondered why he never replaced the rack. The muffled skim of the shoji opening
made him snap his arm back to his side stupidly feeling he was caught doing
something he shouldn�t. Poseidon shut his eyes already knowing the identity of
the interloper. �What do you want?� He reigned in as much of his hostility as
he possibly could.

�Aren�t I allowed to visit my
brother on occasion?� The redhead leered admiring the tension branching
underneath his brother�s black gi. The sea god snorted pounding a fist into
slender hip.

�With you Hades it can never be a
simple as a �visit�.� He never showed his face above ground unless he wanted something
and it was never anything good.

�My apologies,� Poseidon turned to
glare at Hades self-satisfied grin, his ingratiating chivalrous airs never
ceased to grate him persistently since childhood. �Astute as ever Poseidon, I
was looking for a sparring partner.�

�Again too simple.� Hades walked in
also approaching the sword rack, they stood shoulder to shoulder facing
opposite directions, Poseidon�s wealth of verdant curls pulled up into a
ponytail gave the illusion of him having a few inches of height on his brother
but in actuality they were of the same height and build.

Hands clasped
at the small of his back, Hades leaned over to get a closer look at the sole
surviving memento of their youth. �I see you haven�t discarded it, I�m very
glad.�

�I�ll give you a match on the
condition you speak your piece and take your leave when we�re finished.�

�So abrupt Poseidon, are you trying
to say I�m unwelcome here?�

�What I�m trying to say is no matter
how much you love inciting chaos into the lives of others, that changes now.
This is my palace and you will show me the proper respect-�

�Just as you�d show me in my home.�
Hades smoothed a hand down a wall panel depicting cranes feeding in a pond with
tigers laying in wait within the reeds. �Is this new?�

�Recent enough.�

�Excellent craftsmanship��

Poseidon
cleared his throat. �Would you like his name?�

�Individuality is an attractive
personality trait,� Hades splayed his fingers on the downy-soft column of
Poseidon�s neck. �I would never take that away from you� brother�� He bit his
earlobe with his lips. Poseidon unsure if he was merely distracted or as always
held down in his brother�s thrall like the condemned in Tartarus when he felt
Hades� greedy hands slithering into his gi sleeves.

�Kisama!� Poseidon bellowed ramming
an elbow into his brother�s solar plexus and drew his sword throwing the rack
across the room. �TAAAH!� Red-hot sparks burned oxygen as steel crashed against
steel. �ZETTAI NI MAKENAI!!�

�You talk too much brother, thus
leaving yourself wide open.� Hades calmly replied. Hades was unarmed as
Poseidon observed when he opened the door, then again seeing was not believing.
On the other side of the maritime citadel a pile of sewing laid on a low
lacquer table, needle and thread were put down and a silver backed hand mirror
was picked up. Amphitrite gaily hummed bringing her chin down and turned to her
left; her glossy chestnut hair was pulled behind her ear with an emerald and
diamond leaf-shaped hair ornament. Poseidon�s first gift after their wedding
night, an expression of his love after her show of devotion and obedience.
Clashing swords and battle cries carried over to her side of the palace, her
brother-in-law it seems was paying them a visit. As much as she longed to see
her lord and husband in the heat of combat the dojo was barred to anyone who
had no purpose in there. The thumping of feet on the hardwood floor made her
put down the mirror.

�My lady,� a slave kowtowed.

�What is it?� Amphitrite asked.

�His lordship asks for his supper.�
With pride Amphitrite prepared all of Poseidon�s meals, a talent probably
lacking by that bitch Hecate. Oh yes, she knew of his insane infatuation with
that cave-dwelling witch.

�Very good.� Amphitrite made haste
to the kitchen where the slave who sent for her reported that some superb eels
were brought in. She was having a difficult time deciding whether to use clear
or fish broth for the soup.

* * *

Fresh from bathing dressed in clean
togas, Poseidon and Hades lounged in the dining hall on their couches. The
master of the house sat with his arms folded and eyes closed while his brother
languorously reclined like a great red feline palming a pectoral. �Drama
queen.� Poseidon grumbled.

�Still upset about the match,
brother?� The green-haired god cracked an eye open in his direction. �Or the
bath?� Poseidon flinched before he had time to stifle himself, one of Hades�
principal talents was pushing buttons and he was expert at doing so with the
relatives. �We had our baths together as children all the time, I don�t see a
problem. Is cleanliness such a shameful thing?� Poseidon inhaled through his
nostrils sharply trying to gather himself before he brained Hades with a vase.

�I like to think it�s more of a
personal time thing. Furthermore I don�t need anyone to scrub my back for me, especially
if they�re uninvited!� Hades sighed dramatically and nothing was said for a
good while until the wine was brought in, Poseidon lifted his gold goblet to be
filled and Hades� waited patiently until his was filled to pick it up off the
table allowing the servant to take as much time as needed. He dropped the
pretty boy a wink to which Poseidon chuffed at.

�Jealous brother?� Hades couldn�t
wait until the doors closed behind the servant to make his retort.

�You�re shameless.�

�You act as though it�s unnatural.�
Poseidon rolled the warm rosy liquid around his mouth contemplating its bouquet
and how long the euphoric effects would take to set in, if at all.

�Only when you�re involved.� Hades
set his goblet down with a flourish and laced his fingers together.

�How does married life suit you,
brother?� Poseidon�s brow wrinkled trying to decipher whatever scheme this line
of inane questioning was connected to.

�No major changes nor traumatic
differences to say the least.� The doors burst open and the meal was laid out,
three servant girls lead by Amphitrite set out fowl, a tureen of soup, salad, a
tray of sliced watermelon, cheese that bled goat�s milk at the touch of a
knife, and loaves of bread. �Why do you ask?� The servant girls darted away
feeling the lava boiling over within the volcano that was their master but
Amphitrite who was refilling her husband�s cup was not so lucky, Poseidon
cuffed her tiny wrist and walked her around the table until she was seated at
his side laying her head in his lap. He contracted his fingers in her hair
selfishly Poseidon challenging his brother�s smirk with his violet slits.

�Congratulate me brother, I�m taking
a wife.� Hades beamed. Poseidon puckered his mouth into an odd grin like he�d
bit into a blackberry with a dung beetle in it but his pride wouldn�t permit
him to spit it out.

�Weren�t Mnemosyne�s nine daughters-
especially the three who serve you- enough? What about Acantha, and behind
Athena�s back- you tempted the Fates with that one Hades! And rumor has it you
seduced Apollo. And we mustn�t forget that whole incident with Ares��

�A colorful past I had with memories
that I will continue to enjoy, but I am well past the appropriate age and need
a queen by my side.�

�Mmm,� Poseidon sipped from his
goblet and brought it down for Amphitrite to drink from. She took a deep
draught. �And what will our dearest Celeste say when you tell her the
joyous news?� Their youngest sibling Celeste Goddess of the Eternal Candle
shared the Underworld palace with her favorite of her three elder brothers. The
little malignant bitch was an upstart at Olympus vociferously cutting into any
and every deity regardless of their station or power, accusing them of jealousy
over Hades� superiority and conspiracy to seize his power. The flaxen-haired
mite could have fizzled her candle out long ago unnecessarily expending so much
energy but it was excellent promotion for Hades� ruthlessness. A good commander
knows how and when to test his strength no matter the cost.

�Whose marriage is this Poseidon,
mine or hers?�

�You�re the one who lives with her.�
He kissed the top of Amphitrite�s head.

�And she is well aware as to who�s
house she lives in and who�s laws she will obey.� Hades wet his lips when he
saw the abraded bands around Amphitrite�s wrists, he knew that his brother had
most extreme tastes but looks were deceiving with his queen who seemed she
might be knocked to the ground by a breeze. �Amphitrite pleases you.�

�She is most�� Poseidon lifted his
queen�s face to see her eyes glimmer with unshed tears of supplication.
��Surprising.�

�Not worse for wear are you?�

�You may prefer helter-skelter for
your personal amusement brother, I myself run a neat and tidy ship� with a firm
hand.� Poseidon walloped Amphitrite�s shapely rump with a calloused hand, she
reared back jaw dropping in silent exaltation.

�Ever the disciplinarian. How
assiduous of you.�

�Take good advice brother: it might
be suitable for you to adopt a more paternal attitude with these goddesses.
Letting them run wild makes a man most effeminate.� Hades gratefully cleaned
his plate and refilled his cup then stretched bringing his arms forward, his
bones crunched pleasantly.

�I prefer them wild�� Several erotic
images of a naked Persephone swimming in white rose petals zipped through his
head. The last of which was especially stimulating, Persephone herself in the
throes of passion brought on by her own hands.

�So let�s not keep everyone in
suspense brother� who is your intended?�

�Persephone.� Poseidon fixed Hades
with such a glare that could crumble Parthenon where it stood; Amphitrite
dropped the wine goblet washing the sea foam marble in red. �You are a madman!
Do you know what can happen?� Poseidon jumped off his couch and stalked the
room. �You may give a damn about what happens on Earth,� Hades yawned, �but
we�re the ones who will have to deal with the aftermath of Demeter�s wrath if
you honestly think you�re going to kidnap her only child!� There was obviously
no getting through to Poseidon knowing his temper he could invoke a tsunami and
that would make Hades just feel only slightly guilty.

�Assiduous as always, brother.�
Hades rose from his couch and gestured to a servant to bring his things. �Come
to my wedding brother, it wouldn�t be a celebration without you or your lovely
queen.�

* * *

Sunrise was more than an hour away
but Persephone sat on her unmade bed dressed for the day, none too excited to
receive her handmaids. She hadn�t the patience or the concentration to plait
her hair bending with the summery breeze around her hips; her sleep was erratic
waking every other hour. The dreams were disjointed; certain Persephone was
that that was done intentionally forcing her to resort to using her
imagination. She saw little but she felt everything: a hot gust of air on her
wet nipple� another mouth and tongue connecting with hers� lips latching on red
streamers�

In the distance something shattered,
Persephone sprung from the bed and stuck her upper half out the window scanning
the veranda. Clumps of red soil and bits of ceramic dusted the sunbleached
tiles; a vase was broken possibly by some small animal hunting for breakfast
then giving up when all it found were violets. Persephone picked up the ceramic
shards carefully cupping them in her left hand and dumped them into a bin, she
was just about to run to the kitchens to find someone with a broom when she saw
lying on the dirt mound a red rose petal. Ready to close her fingers around it
the petal took flight when a sea breeze rolled in with the tide. It drifted
below into the gardens where Persephone was quick to follow seeing it disappear
and she scampered out into the meadow surrounding Demeter�s temple. The magenta
chiaroscuro made it difficult since colors blended into one another but
Persephone pushed ahead until she stumbled upon a half blown rose, its stem
gracefully tall rising from the ground and unlike the petal she found this one
was white. The blossom unwound when a narrow perfect beam of light splashed down
from heaven, sallow and pure kissed it. �Nani kore?� Persephone stooped down
the rose moved in time with her and the flower as if nodding in approval leant
over as something fell from its heart. Persephone held her hand out to catch
the tiny shimmering orb watching it reshape itself on her palm. The thick
silver band flattened on the front forming a red rose emblem. �How beautiful! I
wonder��

She didn�t hesitate and it fit
perfectly on her finger, but something dropped into her gut slicing through and
through. What had she done? The sound of a million thoroughbreds rushed upon
her and Persephone forcing her feet forward though the feeling in her legs were
draining vainly running for the sanctuary of the temple gates. Debris and earth
lifted into the air surrounding her as the ground divided into a hellish chasm,
Persephone�s screams went unheard in the wee hours and she tumbled into the
white steam blowing in her face unable to see who broke her fall. The four
nightmarish black chargers pulling a chariot at breakneck speed was the last
thing Persephone recalled before she was dragged under a narcotic swoon.

* * *

Hades worked Persephone�s jaws as
she teetered between sleep and wakefulness. She honestly didn�t know whether
she wanted to be in either. He uncoiled her braid never wanting to see her hair
done like that again, so unfit for a queen and he was sure it was Demeter�s
doing to have Persephone remain so girlish. The servant girls patiently waited
each eyeballing one another to hold their tongues not to rouse his temper. He
disengaged himself grinning triumphantly allowing them to carry her away to her
bath, the guests would arrive soon and he needed to prepare as well.

Persephone felt wetness lapping at
her breasts and back, drowsily she was made to kneel up as sheets of warm water
polished the pink froth from her body. In the shallow tub a pair of servants
supported the spring maiden mindful of the tranquilizing drink they gave her to
alleviate nerves and stifle protests. Her knees forced wide apart on the black
and white tiling Persephone felt her diaphragm constrict and pull upwards when
a long, blunt digit worked its way into her sex oiling the orifice with her
juices imploding within rolling down her divine channel in preparation for
Hades. All the slaves kept their eyes down and waited for their master to
finish toying with his bride. Persephone made the little that she could out
from under her trembling lashes, some splashes of red and a powerful sandpapery
suction on her nipples she couldn�t help the grunt that escaped from her throat
and felt a sudden drop when everything stopped. She was wet, groggy, and alone.
Time whirled by in a miasma; Persephone sat before a mirror feeling silky hands
dress her and make up her face. They rouged her lips, rimmed her eyes in kohl,
and brushed her hair with silver dust until it shone glossily. Properly gowned
and bejeweled she sized herself up in the mirror acutely aware of herself- it
was beastly! The gossamer stole tickled, confused, and annoyed her. Her white
toga fell to the floor, a row of pink roses festooned her waist, circlets of
platinum stars woven into a coronet of white roses for her hair, platinum cuffs
on both wrists engraved with rosebuds, and her wrap clasped to her right
shoulder by a silver star brooch. Attire meant for a queen, but Persephone
didn�t recognize who that was in the glass.

�My lady,� a servant said from the
open doors, �it�s time.� There was no escape and she couldn�t fight her way
out, Persephone resigned herself to following the attendant curious as to what
was to take place. Energetic buzzing emitted from the main gallery, as there
were a great many people Persephone presumed. Silver torches bearing white
flames gave the room�s atmosphere a less forbidding feel, steel red struts
supported the arches, and the black marble floor so crystalline it looked as if
one walked on a shaded sea. Seated, the wedding guests awaited the bridal
couple hypothesizing different scenarios about the ceremony. The powder blue
haired twins Artemis and Apollo only told apart by his lyre and her bow and
arrow assumed Persephone would cut and run based on Artemis� hunting
expeditions near the grounds of Demeter�s temple. Her daughter was athletic and
willful, unresigned to docility. However she might openly attack Hades, as
Acantha pointed out she was skilled in magic as well. Nestled between Athena
fussing with her tangerine gun barrel curls every few minutes and a perturbed
Ares whose bleached blue forelock obscured his left eye.

Working a groove into the floor was
Celeste uproariously outdoing everyone draped in a gleaming spun gold satin
mesh toga, airily pulling behind her was a train of lemony taffeta. Her fair
hair furiously glowing with her candlelight, a plaited lock circled her head anchored
by topaz and yellow diamonds. Platinum bangles clanked forcefully on her wrists
as she bit a sculpted thumbnail haplessly trying to figure out what possessed
her dearest brother. Was he not pleased with her? Did she not keep order of his
palace to his satisfaction? Shrinking in a corner wanting to nothing but to
sink into the walls were three muses, Celeste�s handmaidens. There was no way
to prepare themselves either mentally or physically for their mistress� rage
following the wedding feast. But those insects were the farthest things from
her mind. Instead a young man gaily chattering with Amphitrite who was garbed
in a silver and green trimmed magenta toga matching her king�s was in the
crosshairs. Cupid, the pretty man-child with fine olive skin and powdery
lavender hair could be to blame. She counted the gold and lead arrows in his
quiver continually. Uselessly trying to engage Poseidon was his older sister
the love goddess Aphrodite in understated silver satin with her dark hair swept
up with pearls. She too was a potential suspect. Poseidon bared his teeth and
directed his heliotrope glare to the open doors every other minute was
exhausting her patience. Finally Persephone was announced and Celeste hastily
took her place with the guests wedging herself betwixt Ares and Artemis
unnoticing their protests and frustrated grunts until she got settled in.
Persephone was presented and the court dutifully stood to greet and dissect
her.

They acknowledged her with the
tiniest of nods; Apollo was the most receiving smiling unrestrainedly inspiring
some hope in Persephone that she may find an ally in him. Celeste glowered
unabashedly, Athena crooked an eyebrow, and Ares grinned cannily. Artemis
tittered a high artificial, yellow giggle shielding her lips with the back of
her slender hand. Acantha was silent and averted her plum eyes when Persephone
went to meet them, Amphitrite was ready to launch into a reunion sob fest when
Poseidon locked his demanding arms about her narrow waist and said to
Persephone without grousing a word: �Interfere and you will pay.� The
spring maiden refused to be intimidated and glared back at him fathoming her
dearest friend was abducted as well. To demonstrate his fearless dominion he
fisted her dark hair pulling her cranium back until it bobbed against his chest
and pushed his tongue in her mouth. Eros and Aphrodite scoffed in unison
turning their noses away. Persephone couldn�t help but keep her eyes glued to
the lewd way their tongues parried against one another, purposefully not sealing
their mouths together. The crown of Amphitrite�s head bounced against
Poseidon�s neck as he aped behind her twisting nipples through satin and
kneading her breasts. Would this be what her husband would demand from her- and
publicly no less! The doors opened once more and a priest scampered to the
front of the hall, Amphitrite and Poseidon ceased their lusting, Persephone
turned her back to the crowd hands flattened on her chest when someone else
walked in. She felt him just over her shoulder his breathing tolerant, softly
escaping his nostrils. He was waiting for her.

�Konai de!� The guests leapt a mile
and Hades put his arm down bending it behind his back again. �I hate you��

�But why?�

Persephone was
more composed when she opened her mouth again. �I want out of here this
instant! How dare you terrorize the world above? Have you no shame for
your actions? What is your purpose for bringing me down to this cesspit? Do you
care for nothing?� His silence only fired the furnace higher under her heart making
her temples knotty. �ANSWER ME!!� Celeste advanced two steps prepared to magick
her into Tartarus� nadir when Ares bridled her.

�As I gentleman I can only beg your
forgiveness.� Hades� bow nearly made the ends of his hair sweep the floor.

�Don�t bother begging, I only ask
for my freedom.�

�That, lady, I cannot do.�

�Why?�

�Because I love you.�

* * *

Hades gave Persephone the impression
of ignoring her throughout the wedding feast. He studied her carefully from his
peripheral vision as she left her full plate and wine cup alone, then retired
before the first guest could leave. The servants escorted her down a chilly
passageway that the ground felt wet from under her silver sandals. Unlike the
room she was bathed and dressed in, this one had little light and the daunting
black satin four-poster�s curtains hissed in a mysterious breeze. She was made
to stand still as she was disrobed; the servant girls� fingers deliberately
tickled and caressed her, Persephone�s blood rising up to the flesh and struck
like a tuning fork wildly alive and in tune to their tantalizing touches. A
pink silk gown was thrown up and over her head cascading around her like a
bell, a ribbon no wider than her smallest finger was tied on the back of her
neck holding the gown up her body. The servants vacated as mice would upon
hearing the mistress� cat creeping for its cream in the kitchen. Persephone
stared at herself in the mirror once more, and once more didn�t know who she
was looking at. The candlelight reflected a corona of white embers around her
in the glass, and lifting a finger to the cool surface she carefully outlined
the shape of a rose taking its shy first breath, so absentminded was the Spring
Maiden she didn�t see Hades standing right behind her.

Before she could break away, Hades
seized her left hand teasing the web of her thumb and pinched her chin gently
between his thumb and index finger in his other hand. �Don�t you think we look
well together?� He asked lowering his head until it became level with hers, his
indigo-blue eyes fastened on hers in the mirror. Sad, hungry tears formed in
Persephone�s eyes but she wasn�t quite sure why anymore.

�Please�� But there was no sense
behind her entreaties since all was lost. She was Hades� queen and wife, and
his to do with as he wished. It could be his pleasure simply to stand here and
gaze at her and pet her, or he could chain her to the wall naked upside down.
Her lower lip quivered, and some low animal-like mewls trickled from her
throat, because no matter how much her mind told her to thrash and run
Persephone felt this indescribable joy sharing this warm light with Hades.

�What is it my love, hmm? What do
you want to say?� Persephone heaved out a sob turning into his chest and
pressed her moist, flushed face over his heart relishing its drum beats right
in time with hers. �No, no,� Hades cooed. �All isn�t lost. You have me.� His
face lit up though he couldn�t convince his bride otherwise. Curling his
fingers around her upper arms he turned her back to facing the mirror, this
time he pulled the nightdress� ribbon and down the pink silk rippled puddling
around her feet. She heard light clicks of gem clasps snapping apart and Hades�
black toga landed on the floor. Vulnerability was ubiquitous and to prove himself
to be true the Underworld king brought down his defenses, the drafting warmth
of dreams gave way to reality as Persephone watched his expression shift from
self-assurance to weariness. And yet Hades continued drawing his sensual
pathways on his queen�s body, fingers stroking her taut belly upward rolling
her breasts causing Persephone to back up against him robustly groaning.
Cradled in her rump was his robust erection, a pearl of fluid leaving its mark
on her charged flesh. Pulling her towards the bed Hades sat on the edge
Persephone falling onto his lap, thighs spread securely tucking his legs
between hers. His eyes issued a silent command for her to keep her eyes on the
mirror. His cock an iron-hard spit, broiling hot from turning over golden coals
jutted upwards pressing onto her swollen sex.

�Ah��

�Shh!� Hades hissed then cupped and
spread her ass to give himself room and Persephone assisted him, unsure of her
willingness took his oiled shaft inside and grunted loudly when he broke her
innocence. Her soaked muscles clamped down on him as she thrusted and galloped,
the pleasure knotted and flailed out into her limbs. Redness branched out like
ivy on her torso illuminating her breasts. Hades with his head bent down
pulling her nipples already little pebble caps ready to burst when Persephone
froze still calling out for him and just on the brink of oblivion. His hands
locked on her hips scooted upwards laying flat on the bed embracing Persephone
with one arm under her breasts and the other with his hand splayed over her
tight vagina scratching her clit resumed his plunges, violently moving upwards
until Persephone�s lithe figure racked with orgasm churned wildly above him
bellowing his name until she relinquished her body and only then did he fly
into bliss with her.

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