RewrittingMythology: Hades and Persephone

My first lame attempt at writing a little bit of Greek mythology fanfiction.
Both Nina and I love Greek Mythology. We thought it'd be cool to write our own versions.
This was just a quick idea that popped in my head.
Not great - but hey that's why im a psych major lol
Warning: Characters are OOC (duh)

Hers was a forbidden love.

Demeter - goddess of the harvest.
At her command grains would grow, fruits would ripen, trees would flourish and flowers would bloom.
The earth would overflow with all that men desire to make their own.
Her honor and power great among both men and gods.
She was as beautiful as the roses that garnished the earth.
Daughter to Cronus and Rhea, she demanded respect and love at all times.
Many were her affairs but none with the one she truly longed to be with.

He was hauntingly beautiful.
His complexion resembled more of a ghostly soul than a Greek god.
His tall dark stature would hover over the earth as though he never walked - but glided instead.
Though most gods and humans alike avoided all matter of business with him,
She was drawn to him as fiercely as a dying man in the desert would be to water.

She'd seen when he first laid eyes on her.
The way his usual cold indifference ceased to exist the moment she came into his view.
They way her sensual and undeniable beauty captured his very heart.
But she was too innocent and naive and would have never known better.
And so, overcome with his lust and passion he took her.

Thus, Demeter witnessed the rape and abduction of her beloved daughter Persephone.
Perhaps it was guilt. Perhaps it was jealousy. Perhaps it was anger.
Instead of demanding retribution - Demeter fled.
She flew across the land in panic and chaos.
In her grief, she had forgotten the land.
The crops slowly died, the fruits rotted and the plants withered away.
The earth was slowly dying without its goddess.

Zeus, no longer able to turn a blind eye, sent Hermes to soothe Demeter.
Never able to reveal her hearts true aliment - she expressed a broken heart for a daughter taken from her.
Hermes ventured into the Underworld to retrieve Demeter's stolen daughter.
But what he found there he never expected to find.

Hades was a cold, dark, reclusive god who knew nothing other than the passing of the dead souls.
Never making appearances more than necessary or engaging in idle conversation with the gods.
His hard demeanor only added to the enigma that was Hades.
He was a god unmoved by all that he saw - until Persephone.
A god who knew nothing but death now knew life.

Hermes had never witnessed a love so passionate or a wanting so deep.
His words had visibly shaken Hades.
The thought that Persephone would be taken from him seemed to set Hades on edge.

Demeter sobbed with grief.
Hades had truly fallen in love with her younger self and seemed not to want to ever let her go - if only through the death of himself.

Zeus had demanded the release of her daughter.
But to her horror she beheld Persephone holding a pomegranate from the Underworld in her left palm.
The dark fruit was bitten from the side as several red seeds dripped the ground beneath her.
Persephone had eaten 6 seeds from the fruit and so was bound to the Underworld.
Even Zeus could not defy that law and so Persephone was promised to Hades for two quarters of each year.
With dread pooling in her stomach, bitterness stuffed in her throat and agony written across her face,
Demeter lifted her head and directed her gaze straight into the eyes of Hades himself.
Had she not been so overcome with emotion already, she may have been surprised to find his gaze on her already.
His face was passive but she saw a hint of a smile on his lips and the spark of amusement and victory in his eyes.
She grimaced in reply.

And so for 6 months of the year Demeter would have her daughter and the flowers would bloom and cool air would blow across the green meadows.
But for the remaining 6 months spent alone as Demeter belonged to Hades the flowers would die and ice cold air would freeze the land.The colors and life of nature would die and a cold white empty land would be left behind.
Stone cold frozen as Demeters heart.

It was said that Demeter rejoiced with her daughter and grieved without her.
But no one would ever know of the real sorrow buried in Demeter's heart.
Her grief not for a daughter taken but for a love that would never be hers and the jealousy that ate away at her very core.
Her rejoicing not for a daughter returned but for a dark satisfaction of destroying what she could not have and of knowing he would feel the same painful acidic burn and longing in his soul when he could not be with Persephone as Demeter, herself, regretfully continues to feel for him each moment.

Hers was a forbidden love.