Persephone’s Fall – Page 3
Sounds behind me: footsteps on stairs, the door to the roof opening, a sigh. I know who it is without having to turn around. Hades. Of course it’s Hades. He’s the only one who knows I come up here, and he’s got this talent for showing up at bad times.
Hades wants to marry me. He’s been telling me this for years, telling me that one day he’s going to drag me out of my little rich-girl world and down into the Bowery, where we’ll live on bread and water and love. Forget my mother, he tells me, forget Demeter. Oh, she’ll cry, and she’ll rage, and she’ll storm around when she hears about it, but in the end what can she do but accept it? After all, does not love conquer all?
Except I don’t love him, is the problem. Half the time, I don’t even like him.
