Dark locks of hair were sprawled on his forehead dripping like molten honey.
His eyes so full of life yet of death, their colour grey-a fallen angel, a king, liquid silver swirling with sweet nectar or was it poison? 
Those dark cherry lips were the sweetest forbidden pleasure.
That deep velvety chocolate voice known to shake hell and heaven send a shiver down her spine. 
A single breath taken...a single word spoken....two hearts awoken""Persephone"" he whispered.
"Hades" her breath hitched and like wind he was gone.

Wrath

The most glorious hair she had, so golden and divine as if the rays of sun and the waves of water were reflecting there shine on its curled surface. She smelled so much like the lilies that she admired and loved. When we were yet to marry I promised her to give her, her favorite sacred lotus every single day and the smile that graced her lips....I still remember that moment when she grinned at me, soft dimples forming on her face made the entire Pantheon glow with her radiance.


The very next day I had brought her a glittering lotus whose petals were made from glittering red diamonds and in place of leaves there were green emeralds. Hera was happy not for the fact that I spend lavishly on her but regarding that I cared enough to spend my time and give my sole attention to her.


Chapter 42