A Kiss fron the Devil's Wife (Part 1 or 2)

[phoebe_melinda]

You’re forced to dwell

in this lonely plane

all because of being

tricked by the King

of tricks himself.

You were hungry

and couldn’t resist

that luscious piece

of fruit, but now every

year, you must pay the toll.

I came to see you as

a favor to your mother,

Demeter. She wanted to

know if you needed anything,

though I hardly think what

your eyes ask of me qualifies.

Your eyes, they plead with me

to take you away from here,

even if only within your mind.

With a slim, but frail hand,

you beckon me closer.

The stench of rotting flesh

of those who refuse to

die with dignity makes me

want to retch, but I cover

my mouth with my hands

and walk to you.

I walk toward your throne

made of rotted corpses

and extend my hand to

take you away from this

Hell-hole. You take it, a

death-grip on me.

Anything is better than

ruling over the dead,

isn’t it? You lead me to

an entrance which requires

godly blood as passage.

You take the knife from

your robes and prick your

finger, blood drips onto the

entrance stone and the door

opens. You usher me inside

with haste, knowing he could

return at any moment.

Before me lays a king-sized

bed with red-satin sheets.

I’m slightly fearful of

what you want as you

pull me toward it.

You sit down and I sit

next to you. - You’re very

quiet, does Hades ever tell

you that, Persephone?