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For years, myths and legends about the Underworld revolved around the earth. The darkest, most horrible place you could ever think of. But they were just myths and legends, carvings of ancient stories. No, Hades -God of the Underworld- did not exist. No, there wasn't anyone who could rule a place like that. No, a mere person could not radiate fear and darkness. No, millions of souls certainly would never kneel down before just one person. That's what every single one of them believed in. Unless, he was an immortal of course. Like Hayden Stone. Ava Bensen, like every other sane human, did not believe in such stuff. Yes, she had a perfect life -or at least, that's what her parents wanted her to believe in. Rich parents. Beautiful looks. Caring best friends. Everything was perfect. But sometimes, people forget how perfection is just a fancy form of fear. Fear, that kills hundreds of people each day. Fear, that everyone despised and stayed away from. Fear, that could take form of the Furies, the deadliest creatures of the Underworld. Ava didn't know that. She didn't know what was coming her way. Not until she died. For real.
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The grey, almost black sky covered the beautiful field of lush looking flowers. The wind carrying the perfumed scent along. It was wild and beautiful and carried the scent of roses and tulips and wild berries plucked fresh out of the green trees.
It was warm and innocent and and a lively atmosphere, full of naivety and heart's desires.
Out there was a young beautiful girl, hopping along in her long skirt made from the finest of silk fabric that was the utmost soft to the touch--almost like velvety rose petals. Her dark long hair braided with flowers hung over her delicate, ivory skinned shoulders, begging to be admired.
She went on collecting the tiny
daisiesandtulipsand rosesinherhands, all until they were full and she couldn't carry anymore. Shewashappy. Ecstatic. Warm and content. She'dalwaysbeenhappyaround mother nature and her range of beauty starting from the delicate flowers in her hands and the huge, looming trees that stood all around her like a big, protective shield.And then there were these green luscious fields sprinkled with scatters of rainbows all around. Flowers--they brought her such joy, she couldn't quite explain.
Too
badherfriendsweren'there. They were busy trying to attract the boys behind that old wooden shed, just like the true nymphs and dryads they were. Theywould'velovedthisplaceasmuchas her, she was sure of it,sincetheyadorednatureand flowers asmuchasshedid. She wondered for a moment if she should've brought one of those handwoven baskets with her, ones her mother loved carrying around, and so that way she could've carried a hundred flowers and shown her dear friends the beauty of them as well.But alas, she hadn't.
Her friends weren't here.
But everything
was still perfect. The wide grinonher pink, supple lipssaidso.Although, she
didn'tknowaboutthe dark, broodingmanlookingather from afar. Judgingevery hop and every livelystepofhers. Notingdowneverymovement, everydetailofhers. The way her skirt swished around her pale ankles, the way her eyes casted around the darkest of rich-colored flowers, the way her soft, beautiful smile only seemed to grow and grow and grow.His
darkblack –almostcharcoalcolored eyes– the shade of darkness and the shade of impending doom,darkenedeven furtherashesawher nearingthespecificflower. Theflowerhehad placed there for her, especially for her, grownforher within the rich soil there. Theflowerheknewshe'd stop near and pickupfromtheearthy soil.Not
surprisingly enough, thegirlstoppedandstaredatthebreathtaking red flowerin frontofher, all so suddenly struck with awe because she had never seen something so beautiful before. It wasn't a rose, the red was rich and deep and unique and the petals were like silk and stars and moonlight. Itwasuniquelydifferentfromtheothers. Notaroseorapoppy. Itwasstrange. Andso much beautifulatthesametime.Her
fingertipstouchedit'spetalsalmost gingerly, almost as if afraid. it looked to be as if she afraid, but she wasn't. She felt the opposite, enchanted and entranced by such a small piece of beauty. Asifitwassomethingfragileandshedidn'twanttobreakit.The
mysterious, darkmanwatchedher from within the shadows that hid him,asabeautifulsmilelitherface. Somethingfeltaliveinsidehim, something that had never felt alive,whenhewatchedthatgirl. Hehadneverexpectedtofeelalive. He wasn't meant to be alive, feel alive. No, he was meant to be the dark, in the dark, dead and near deathNo, ithasalwaysbeendeadsurroundingsforhim. Hewasusedtothedeadaroundhim.But
thisgirl, shewassodifferent. She was the fresh rays of sun and the light of the newly living. She was a cool breeze and a way out of the dark shadows.She
placedherfingersaroundtheslimstemandpluckeditout.Unfortunately, she
didn'tknowwhatwastohappenafterthat. Inmereseconds, in just a blink of an eye, thegrounderuptedfrombeneathher. Asmallholeturnedintoabig, blackchasm sucking everything and everyone into it.Unfortunately enough, that included her too.
Before
shecould'veevenletoutascream, shewaspulledinside.To
him.To
theUnderworld.Hades and Persephone.
That was how Hades kidnapped Persephone, the goddess of spring. The famous myth that almost everyone knows. Truly scary at first but it was all out of love, right?
Right.
However, what Hades did was wrong. Like some people say, there had been consequences for his actions. Deadly consequences.
But this was just a legend. Something people really didn't believe in. And why would they?
Places like Underworld surely did not exist. Hades did not exist. Neither did Persephone. Nobody knew where a person went after dying. Some believed in afterlife, some didn't.
After all, there couldn't be just one person controlling all the dead souls out there. Lord of the Dead. He could not exist.
Everyone believed that this was just a story. I believed the same. However, my sweet grandma did not. Which, to be honest, was just because of her old age. That was what my parents told me.
And I was completely fine with that. Really, I was.
But then something happened. And I died.
And
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Forsaken Twenty Six
The morning came too soon, the first rays of light filtering through the dark clouds that always seemed to hang over the Underworld. I lay in Hayden’s arms, my body still warm from the night before, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I allowed myself to feel at peace.Hayden’s chest rose and fell rhythmically beneath my cheek, and I could hear the steady beat of his heart. It was a sound I never wanted to stop hearing, a rhythm that had quickly become the anchor to the storm that had taken over my life.But even in this moment of tranquility, my thoughts were a tangled mess. Last night had changed things between us in ways I wasn’t even sure I could fully understand yet. The connection we had felt when we made love—it had been more than just physical. There was something deeper, something primal that bound us together now.I shifted slightly, careful not to wake him, and stared up at the ceiling of the cavern we had taken shelter in. The flickering shadows danced across
Last Updated : 2024-09-20Forsaken Twenty Five
The silence after the battle with the furies clung to the air like the oppressive weight of a storm that had yet to pass. My heart still raced in my chest, and though Hayden stood before me, the sword he had wielded so fiercely was now lowered, his body stiff with tension. His eyes, sharp and blazing with that fierce protective fire, met mine. For a moment, I felt a swell of relief wash over me.But that feeling was short-lived. A dark presence still lingered, and though the furies had been driven away for now, I could feel their eyes on us from afar, watching, waiting. My body trembled, not just from fear, but from something deeper—a growing realization that no matter what, they weren’t going to stop.“Are you alright?” Hayden’s voice, though steady, held an undercurrent of tension.I nodded slowly, though I wasn’t sure if I was answering him truthfully. Physically, I was unharmed, but inside, my mind was a whirlwind. Everything that had just happened—it left me shaken. The furies ha
Last Updated : 2024-09-19Forsaken Twenty Four
The air in the Underworld was different tonight. It was heavier, pressing down on my chest with every breath, as if the very atmosphere knew what was coming. Hayden and I had been hiding, waiting in this barren wasteland, but I could feel it in my bones—we were running out of time. The furies were close, closer than ever before, and the silence of this place only heightened the tension coiled within me.I hadn’t slept well. My dreams had been filled with twisted images, of flames and green-eyed creatures whispering my name. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the furies, their distorted faces grinning as they reached for me, their claws outstretched to rip me apart. I woke up several times in a cold sweat, my heart hammering against my ribs, the sense of dread lingering long after the dream had faded.But there was no time to dwell on nightmares. Not here. Not with the threat of the furies hanging over us like a storm ready to break.I sat up, pulling my blanket tighter around my shoul
Last Updated : 2024-09-19Forsaken Twenty Three
The cold air hit me like a wave as we crossed through the portal, the world on the other side unfamiliar and foreboding. My chest tightened as I looked around, trying to orient myself. Nothing felt right. Everything seemed darker here, the sky an endless stretch of stormy clouds swirling above. My pulse quickened."Where are we?" I whispered, my voice barely cutting through the silence.Hayden was beside me, his hand gripping mine tightly, but his expression was distant, unreadable. He didn't answer right away. He just stood there, his body stiff, tension rolling off him in waves. I wanted to pull him closer, ask him again, but something held me back. Maybe it was the way his eyes narrowed as he scanned the landscape, or maybe it was the fear gnawing at the edges of my mind.It was like the very air here was charged with something dark, something old. I could feel it beneath my skin, a low hum that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end."It's a place in the Underworld," H
Last Updated : 2024-09-19Forsaken Twenty Two
The fire between them simmered, lingering in the air long after they had pulled away. Hayden’s hands slid from Ava’s waist, but the magnetic pull remained. Ava could see it in his eyes—the unspoken desire, the fear that came with it. The battle wasn’t just against the furies; it was within themselves too. And right now, they had reached a precipice, standing at the edge of something inevitable.Ava shifted slightly, her gaze flickering toward the window where the faint glow of twilight crept through the curtains. The world outside seemed quiet, almost too quiet, as if it were holding its breath for what would come next.“They won’t stop, will they?” Ava’s voice broke the silence. She wasn’t asking a question, more so confirming the dark truth they both knew. The furies would never stop. Not until they had Hayden’s power, not until they tore them apart.Hayden’s jaw tightened as he stared into the distance. “No,” he admitted. “They’re relentless.”Ava swallowed hard. “Then we don’t hav
Last Updated : 2024-09-19Forsaken Twenty One
I paced across the room, my heart racing as the echoes of my last dream still clung to my skin. The furies. The whispered warnings, the icy grips, and the terror—they were becoming more real with every passing day. The eerie connection between me and the Underworld was no longer something I could brush aside.I glanced at my bracelet, the obsidian stones now cool against my skin. They’d stopped heating up, but the memories of their warmth haunted me. Every time they had glowed, I had felt something lurking—something close, as if the furies were watching me from the shadows, ready to strike again. And they had. More than once.Hayden hadn’t been around as much since their last confrontation, and that absence gnawed at me. I had told myself I didn’t need him to face my problems, that I could handle it all alone. But the truth was, she missed him—missed the way he seemed to ground me when the world spun out of control.A soft knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I knew who it was ev
Last Updated : 2024-09-15
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