Hades' Doctor 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 51 - 챕터 60

9 years ago. A girl of eight years with ebony locks she never grew out watches the lavender flowers of the wisteria tree dance to the evening wind by the lone wooden bench. Melon, a worn out teddy bear was clutched close to her chest as if it was a warm fire on chilly nights. But breaking the magical sight she yawns letting the tears stagnated at the brims flow down rosy cheeks. "I am...so sleepy." She complains, the darkness  under her deep brown eyes the vindication. Should I or should I not? She thought, debating hard whether or not to upgrade her friends to bestfriends. Some might find this confusion silly but to her it was an extremely important matter to ponder about considering how long it took her to even strike up a conversation with another. But she knew if she chose the easy way and quit conversing with people, Nana, her great grandmother would be called and this time surely break down her bedroom door without se

I was the last to reach the scene of utter chaos, my eyes searching for only one through the crowd of gods, staff and soliders running on their toes or dragged along by their friends away and out of the two doors that shuts close with a bang leaving only a handful behind within a matter of seconds. "You don't deserve Percy Jackson!" I familiar voice rage directing the strange accusation at a very drunk Poseidon. Tired, sleepy and drunk she was unharmed, but was barely balancing herself on the stool by the open bar with a formal blue jacket draped over her shoulder. "Hey Arial! " "Arial! Don't sleep, tell me where is your tail?" She slams down her fist like a judge bringing about an order but it goes unheard by the god ignorant to her stubbornness. And soon he was in for a lesson as she tips the ice bucket over his head and almost accomplishs her task of granting the god of the oceans a cold shower before

"Byee!" I wave off mother dearest as she runs away never looking back at the god who held me and Zeus dumps Ariel on a flabbergasted soilder before he too disappears. We were the last to leave, my lips pinched to a thin line as I sulked. "What was that drink for?"Hades looks to me, his expression almost fooling me to believing he had nothing to do with god who had so persistently forced down a hideous looking drink down my throat. "It will help you recover from your current state faster."I glare back at him wanting to grab a stone and scrape down at my tongue to kill the lingering taste. "It was disgusting."Unflinching to my cold gaze he still defends his actions. "You won't suffer from a headache after your rest.""It was sooo disgusting!" He looks at me for a long time before he nods not in agreement but more to himself knowing nothing would go through. My chin was resting on his shoulders my face angled towards his in a guilty indulgence I had developed for his lustrous hair,

I frown but ask no further on the topic and concludes my story. "The reason why he acted that way was because apparently he loved seeing her getting angry even though he too actually had  feelings for her far before she even realised hers. Its too romantic!""...But the guy just loved how awkward she got around him and so never told her about his feelings.""He is indeed weird." Hades says in a soft tone as I fall back to his shoulder snuggling in close to his neck to have stray strands brush my cheeks. "I can't believe that even that fool got a girlfriend whereas I have been single my whole life." I mumble grudgingly. "Which is hilarious considering how I used to have a fiance."And once again his steps halt but merely for a second, almost going unnoticed. "You had a betrothed?"I nod along unable to pull back to meet his eyes under pressuring hands. "I actually had no say it.""My dad has a very close friend and business partn

Feeling the morning lights my eyes fluter open but I am deprived of the leisure of stretching. Almost immediately, I shut close my eyes readying myself for the worst case scenario my heart would have to face, the face of the god of the Underworld. But as I strain my neck to the side I find myself alone in the vast bed. The disappointment I feel makes me wonder if I actually liked being forced immobile by a certain god who sleeps in my hair. The answer soon reveals itself as I try to pull up my hand to brush away the hair partially blinding me only to find myself unable to move it by even an inch. WHAAAAAT? I look down to my body wrapped upto the neck in a soft blanket, its ends skilfully tied in knots to my sides caging me in a neat cacoon. And inside my hands were over my chest, crossed and palm down, and my posture strictly straight like a mummy. A cute mummy!! Not dwelling on the conclusion that this was the after effects of a failed murder attempt I try to wiggle my way out l