Perse
The last thing I expected when I threw that Halloween party at my place was to be abducted by some creepy dude who ruined my precious roses.
Warning bells went off in my head when he sought me out and cornered me, calling himself Hades and looking like he belonged in a satanic sex cult.
I was taken from my family and held captive in a realm called the underworld where all manner of demonic creatures worshipped this dark god. A powerful being who used me, terrorized me, and eventually...broke me. I’d never hated anyone more in my entire life.
And I’d never been more determined to kill anyone either.
Aidoneus
He was such a pretty, feisty little thing. His tears brought me pleasure, his fear only excited me. And when he whimpered from the pain I inflicted? It was music to my ears.
I’d intended to toy with him and discard him once I was done. But then the truth about him shattered my entire existence.
He didn't know. And I didn’t tell him because it would crush him more than I already had. Even if my silence meant I had to live without him for the rest of my cursed, immortal life.
Note: 'God of Death' is an MM retelling of Hades and Persephone. It contains dark themes, graphic sex and violence, dub con and light horror elements. Read at your own risk.
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Perse
I’ve always loved the idea of growth and abundance. In nature, in spirit, in the way people interact within relationships. It’s one of the reasons why spring happens to be my favorite time of the year. That newness and revitalizing atmosphere is always guaranteed to put me in the best of moods. Especially when I get to spend time in my garden at home.
My friends tease me about it all the time. Being a grown man in his late twenties and choosing gardening as a hobby, as opposed to the regular stuff such as watching football and wrestling, tends to earn you a bit of a reputation. But it was just the way I was. How I had always been.
Ever since I was a kid, my father told me I had what was known as ‘green fingers’. Anything I put in the ground was sure to flourish into something beautiful. My father was no longer around but whenever I gardened, he seemed to stay alongside me in spirit. It had always been our favorite bonding activity.
“Dad? Are you outside?”
My six-year old’s voice floated over to me through the open back door, and I got up from my hunches to call out to him.
“I’m here, Troy.”
He came skipping over to me, next to the rose bushes, his blond hair flopping in the wind and a cute smile on his baby face.
“I reached level 2!” he declared excitedly, waving his iPad at me on which he had been playing a game.
“Oh, wow. Buddy, that’s awesome!” I picked him up in my arms, cuddling him and pressing a firm kiss to his temple. “I knew you could do it. You’re so smart.”
He was grinning from ear to ear, proud of himself and ecstatic as only children got over the tiniest things which made up their world. He showed me the screen again, and I said the expected words of encouragement and interest before setting him down.
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Translated by Adélaïde Chiappella
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Author review: Pleasant to work with, efficient with delivery of the translated material and passionate about books. I look forward to working on more projects with this translator. |
