Loved By Death; Chapter 14

A/N: Fourteenth chapter as promised. 



“You want me to do what?!” Hermes stared at her in horror.

Demeter glared at him, rather offended. “Court my daughter,” she said as if it was obvious.

“Your married daughter.”

Demeter forced herself to stay calm. “In name only,” she assured him. “Besides, there’s nothing uncommon about pretty goddesses taking on lovers.”

Hermes stared at her as if she’d lost her mind. “Hades would kill me,” he said. “No, he’d throw me into Tartarus and let me tortured for all eternity. He seemed angry enough when I went to get her under Zeus’ orders.”

Demeter made an impatient movement. “Don’t be silly. Ares has already kissed her, and he’s walking around just fine.” And hadn’t that been hard to accept?

“Ares kissed her. You’re asking me to seduce the Lord of the Underworld’s wife.”

Demeter took a deep breath, trying to keep herself from shouting. She should have known that Hermes was too much of a coward.

“Kore is a beautiful girl, isn’t she?” she said, when she felt like she’d gotten her temper under control.

“Certainly, but a pretty face isn’t worth dying for.”

“And so kind as well,” Demeter continued as if she hadn’t heard him. “Cheerful and compassionate. Any man would be lucky to have her.”

“Yes, I’m quite sure her husband would agree with you on that note.”

“And everybody knows how much Hades loves her,” Demeter lied. “He adores her.”

Hermes looked suspiciously at her. “That is what the rumours say,” he agreed reluctantly.

“So clearly if you succeed in making Kore fall in love with you, Hades wouldn’t hurt you, knowing how much it’d hurt his wife.”

Hermes hesitated. “Well, I suppose there are laws against harming the lover. Zeus certainly made sure of that. And it would be ever so pleasing to piss of the Lord of the Underworld himself, without him being able to do anything about it. Still, I’ve might have had my fair share of married woman, but only after they’ve grown to despise their husbands.”

“Kore does despise him!”

Hermes grinned at her, a malicious glint in his eyes. “That’s not what the rumours say,” he reminded her somewhat gleefully.

Demeter forced herself not to strike him. “Consider it a challenge,” she said.

Hermes lit up. “I do love a challenge. Hmm. And what, pray tell, makes you believe that the lovely Persephone would fall in love with me?”

“I know her. I know every like and dislike that she has. She’s my daughter. Besides… she’s married to the Lord of the Underworld. Any other God would seem like perfection in comparison. Even you.”

Hermes rolled with his eyes. “Flattering as always,” he noted sarcastically. “But very well. I will try to make the lovely Goddess of Spring fall in love with me. I have been kind of bored lately. It’ll be a good diversion.”

Demeter felt it twitch in her arm. Diversion?! Her lovely daughter was no diversion! Still, she needed Hermes’ help and she supposed that beggars can’t be choosers.

“So we have a deal?”

Hermes grinned at her impishly. “Deal,” he agreed. “Now, tell me about the lovely Persephone.”

“Her name is Kore.”

“I’ve heard that she prefers Persephone. I should call her whatever she prefers. You do want her to enjoy my company, don’t you?”

“I suppose.”

“Then Persephone it is. Prettier name as well if you ask me. Suits her.”

“It does not!”

Hermes laughed. “Sure it does! Better than Kore! After all,” he said with a wicked glint in his eye. “She’s certainly no little girl any more.”

Demeter was beginning to think she’d made a mistake. Still, she had to do something. She took a deep breath and forced herself to help a man court her daughter.

“Kore likes flowers,” she started. “Her favourites are periwinkles. I’ll make sure that she visits me the day after tomorrow. Come by around noon and bring a bouquet. Make it seem that you’re only giving them as a way to apologise for being an inconvenience. She mustn’t suspect the truth.”

“And you don’t think that a male, whom she has hardly spoken three words with, is going to seem suspicious? It’s pretty common behaviour when courting.”

“Not for my Kore. I’ve made sure to keep her innocent. She won’t think twice of it. During dinner you will be charming. She likes animals. You can talk about them. Or dancing. Or the sun.”

“You want me to talk about the weather?

“I want you to subtly remind her what she’s losing with Hades. What she could still have with you.”

Hermes lifted in inquisitive eyebrow. “I was rather under the impression that she was returning underground whether she liked it or not. I didn’t think she had a choice.”

Demeter made a dismissive gesture. “I’m working on that. Our first priority is to make sure that she won’t be tricked into thinking returning there won’t be so bad. If Hades is going to take her, he’s going to take her kicking and screaming. Not walking willingly into his cave as a lamb to slaughter.”

“It seems you’ve thought of everything,” Hermes said. Demeter missed the sarcasm in his voice. “But very well. I shall see you and your lovely daughter the day after tomorrow. I’ll bring flowers, and I’ll be everything charming. Persephone will be swept of her feet before she has even realised what’s happening.”

“Kore isn’t some little mortal twit,” Demeter warned her. “It’s going to take more than a few empty promises, and shallow compliments. She’ll be smarter than that.”

Hermes grinned at her. “My darling aunt,” he said teasingly. “You seem to forget exactly what you’ve done to your daughter.”

“Whatever do you mean?”

“You say that you’ve kept her innocent. What I hear is that you’ve kept her naïve. Trusting. She isn’t used to being lied to. She’s still new to the world of desire and sin.”

“There will be no sin!”

Hermes grinned. “There will have to be a little,” he grinned. “Imagine a courtship where the two parties never touch! But as I was saying. Persephone is naïve when it comes to the world of love. She doesn’t have the experience to see whether a man is being sincere or not. Every promise that I’ll make, she’ll believe. You may think that you have been protecting your daughter, dear sister, but you’ve only made her into a willing lamb yourself.”

“Lies!”

“Then why worry about Hades at all? Why not trust that Persephone can see through his lies herself?”

Demeter hesitated, unwilling to admit that she had consciously kept her daughter naïve.

“That’s what I thought,” Hermes noted mockingly. “Don’t worry. I will only make promises that I intend to keep. Or at least I’m planning to. Who knows, though? Maybe I’ll change my mind. See you the day after tomorrow, dear sister. I’m looking forward to it.”

With these words the messenger of the Gods flew away, leaving Demeter with the sinking feeling that she’d made a terrible mistake.

Loved By Death; Chapter 13

A/N: R&R. And enjoy!


Demeter was angry. And hurt. And frightened. Not since the war had she seen Zeus so furious. Sure, she’d overheard some of his and Hera’s infamous fights, but Zeus was never truly angry with his wife. Not like he currently was with Demeter.

He just didn’t understand! Kore was her daughter! Of course she was going to do anything in her power to make sure that she was safe! And what of it, if that meant lying a little bit? She was sure that she hadn’t accused Hades of anything he hadn’t already done to someone else’s daughter’s, nor anything he hadn’t planned on doing to hers.

But Zeus refused to cooperate! He kept insisting that Hades was indeed quite a catch for a goddess of Kore’s status. A catch?! Just because he had wealth and a throne?! Demeter would rather see her beloved daughter with anyone but the dreaded Lord of the Underworld. Anyone!

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Loved By Death; Chapter 12

Another chapter! Written with a sore throat and a running nose, so I hope you guys will enjoy it! Please like and review. Any ideas for future plot will be welcomed with open arms. 


During the days that followed, Persephone’s mind often turned to her kiss with Hades. She’d never before understood the temptations of the flesh, but now she thought that she might. She still blushed whenever she thought back on the way her body had tingled in the most sinful of ways. It would only have been too easy to lose her senses and surrender herself to the feeling, and Persephone wondered if she would have done just that if her mother hadn’t interrupted them. It was probably good she would never have to find out. If she had found herself in Hades’ bed come morning, she would have regretted it immensely. She didn’t want to sleep with him, though she wasn’t completely adverse to another kiss.

To say that it’d confused her would be quite the understatement.

Another, more pleasing, outcome of the kiss was the changed behaviour of her mother. It wasn’t that Demeter had magically become understanding and empathetic, but she did attempt to keep herself in check.

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The Monster

Short, powerful piece by horror-writer Jesse Dwight.

Jesse Dwight

With his fork, Daniel pushed around the food on his plate. For some reason it felt necessary for him to do some kind of movement, even though sitting completely still would probably have been the safer choice. The monster often seemed unable to see him if he wasn’t moving.

“You aren’t eating?” his father grunted and leaned uncomfortably close to Daniel in a way that just made him want to move back and away from him. Daniel shook his head, still without looking up.

“You’re supposed to answer when someone’s talking to you, kid.”

“I’m not hungry,” Daniel whispered and prayed that somehow, he’d be excused from the table and that they could leave it at that.

“You better eat what you’ve put on your plate. I paid for that shit, so you better fucking eat it,” the old man finally moved away and turned his attention to his own…

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Loved By Death; Chapter 11

A/N: I don’t usually like telling a story from two perspectives, but in this case I just couldn’t resist! Hope you’ll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.



  Hades was a happy, if somewhat confused man.

He had started the day in a foul mood, not yet having entirely recovered from the way in which his wife had quite unceremoniously thrown him out of her chambers. Hades still wasn’t sure what he’d said wrong. They’d been having such a pleasant conversation in one moment and in the next she was clearly dissatisfied with something he’d said or done. He’d heard all the jokes of course, about the impossible workings of a female’s mind, but he hadn’t realised that there was so much truth to it.

So Hades had not started his day in the best mood, and it had only gotten worse when he’d run into Ares, who’d dared to mock him of all things! Not directly, of course, Ares wasn’t stupid enough to do that. But a comment here and a comment there could go a long way. It had started out innocent enough.

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