Hades is perfect. Physically perfect. It is rare for us gods to have flaws in our physical forms because we have such a high degree of control over them, and we heal so quickly. So, when my fingertips find themselves drawn through a trench on his outer thigh, it is something of a shock.
Summoning is not a pretty art. It is painful for the spirit to be ripped through the ether at someone’s whim. The only way it stops hurting is to go where it’s called. That’s the reason for the circle. If something is likely to arrive angry and sore, best you welcome it in a cage.
And so, I give him what he wants. All of me and my fire, in his hands, at his command. A smile flickers across his face as he feels my energy shift against his, no longer timid or restrained, just an extension of him. The feeling is indescribable as that line between us dissolves, and we are no longer two dancers, but a single dance.
“The best thing about the queen, Hades, is she can move however she wants. Forward…back…” I roll my hips to the rhythm of my words, smiling when his arms tighten as he wills them still. “Sideways, up or down…”
Hades follows close behind me, slamming the door shut. He waves his hand, and I hear a soft click as he seals us in. Incredulous, I mirror his movements as he circles me. He comes to a stop at the end of the bed and begins to remove his cufflinks.
The silence is interrupted by a muffled choking sound. Eyes wide and a hand plastered over her mouth, Persephone stares at me, stunned into silence. Beside her, Hades is like a statue, his face drawn with shock and realization.
Let me take this moment to remind everyone listening, that there is nothing worse than the words: But I am curious, when they come from me. It’s a death knell, a battle gong, an explosion in the distance.
It’s a challenge to all who hear it.
I nod, staying silent for a moment. What was I to say? No comforting words could take away the pain she is feeling inside. She must have buried it down so deep inside that she couldn’t even feel it anymore. I have to help her.
The satisfaction I feel is intoxicating. It’s one thing to best an opponent. It’s another to best an equal. The fact he feels the tension, that he knows I’m not what he’s grown accustomed to, that he’s actually having to work…