A Touch of Darkness (Hades & Persephone 1)

“Hades doesn’t love me,” Persephone said.

“Stupid girl.” Minthe shook her head. “If you cannot see it, then maybe you aren’t worthy of him.”

Persephone did not like being called stupid. Anger ignited in her veins, and her fingers curled into fists. Minthe seemed amused by her frustration.

“Hades betrayed me.” Persephone’s voice shook.

“How? Because he chose not to tell you about his contract with Aphrodite? Given that you wrote a derisive article about him within a few days of meeting him, I’m not at all surprised he didn’t confide in you. He was probably afraid that if you found out, you would act like the child you are.”

Minthe was treading on thin ice.

“You should have been more thankful for your time in our world,” she said. “It’s the most powerful you will ever be.”

It was at that moment, Persephone knew how it felt to be truly wicked. A smile curled her lips and Minthe suddenly sobered, sensing something had changed.

“No,” Persephone said, and with a flick of her wrist, a vine shot out from the ground and curled around Minthe’s feet. As the nymph started to scream, another vine closed over her mouth, silencing her. “This is the most powerful I will ever be.”

She snapped her fingers, and Minthe shrunk and morphed until the curvaceous nymph was nothing more than a lush mint plant.

Adonis’s eyes went wide with disbelief. “Oh, my gods! You-you—”

Persephone approached the plant and plucked it from the ground, then she turned and kneed Adonis in the groin.

The mortal collapsed and writhed on the ground. Persephone watched him a moment, content to see him suffer.

“You will threaten me no longer or I will see you cursed,” she said, a deadly calm overtaking her voice.

He spoke between breaths. “You… can’t… have… Aphrodite’s… favor!”

Persephone smirked, and tilted her head to the side. It wasn’t until a slender vine reached around to caress his face that he started to scream. Persephone had turned his arms into literal limbs, and they were quickly growing foliage.

His pain forgotten, he shrieked at her to turn him back.

When he saw she was not moved by his demands, he turned to pleading.

“Please.” Tears spilled from his eyes. “Please. I’ll do anything. Anything.”

“Anything?” Persephone asked.

“Yes! Just turn me back!”

“A favor,” Persephone requested. “To be collected at a future time.”

“Whatever you want! Do it! Do it now!”

But Persephone didn’t, and when Adonis realized she was making no move to reinstate his arms, he grew quiet.

“Do you know what a corpse lily is, Adonis?”

He glared at her and didn’t speak.

“Do not make me repeat myself, mortal. Yes or no?”

She dropped her glamour and took a threatening step forward.

Adonis’s eyes widened, and he wiggled away, whimpering, “No.”

“Pity. It is a parasitic flower that smells like decaying flesh. I am sure you are wondering what this has to do with you. It’s a wager. If you touch any woman without consent, I will turn you into one.”