Thread: Ancients Reborn: The Gods and Goddesses Greece (Raivh and Blair1216)

Scarlet felt not only the heat in his grasp on her jaw, but in his eyes as well. They looked horrifying, the green of his irises lighting up in a way that she imagined the sky would on a stormy night. His expression was threatening, daring her to say something that would make him break her bones beneath his large hands, and it made her stop breathing for a few moments. Not knowing what to do, she closed her eyes, her dark eyelashes brushing her cheeks. The only thing she could deny him was eyecontact, not letting his glare burn into her mind. His body was hard against her's, making her feel a jolt of electricity run through her veins. It was as if a negative just came in contact with a positive. His words echoed through her mind, giving her the answer to a question she did not know she held. He was Hades, one mythological creature that any one could identify. Serving the Underworld, he was a prisoner to his own Hell, surrounding himself with the souls of the people her were no longer permitted to walk the earth... However, that was all she could decipher from his words. It made her fear him even more so, yes, but it did not explain why he trained his hostility toward her the moment he set eyes on her. It made her feel small, like a china doll. She hated that feeling. That was the feeling her mother gave her every day when she told her that she was too fragile to be doing unjust things like living in a dorm, starting a career, or letting a man touch her. Every day, her mother had trained Scarlet into thinking that she could never keep herself intact in the reality of the world, walking the streets alone. On her cheek, Scarlet felt the blood from his palm trickle on to her ivory skin, marking her. Cerberus was behind her, that much she knew, because his thick black fur tickled her leg as he stood protectively. It was as if he did not know whether to guard Scarlet of the brutality of his owner, or obey Preston in order to not be in her position later on. With the image of her mother darting through her mind, reminding her she was too weak to defend herself from the harsh realities of being independent, Scarlet pushed at him, her forehead wrinkling in frustration. Her mother was wrong after all. I do not care who the hell you are, she hissed, feeling a sudden jolt of adrenaline. Never had she remembered feeling that sort of venom in her tone, a voice that usually radiated a brightness that put the California sun to shame. And, at the moment, neither does your dog. Swatting his hand away, Scarlet stepped out of his grasp, surprised that she managed to catch him off guard long enough to remove his hands from her. With a quick swipe, she ridded his blood from her cheek, as if washing any sign of him dominating her. Now two steps away from him, she stood with Cerberus's shoulder brushing her thigh, her hands shaking with a mixture of fear and frustration. He scared her, making her not want to move, yet something about him made her plant her feet on the carpet of the stair case. I-I..., her voice came out shaky, her heart beat increasing as she stood within the heat of his glare. Even without him touching her, he made Scarlet feel nervous. It took her a moment to worm intelligible words. I can assure you, I will stay my distance from you from now on. With that, she started back up the stairs, afraid of standing their long enough for him to pull her back into his dangerous grasp. Her bare feet padded against the carpet, and she noticed that Cerberus entertained the idea of following her, taking a step toward her with his large paw, but decided against it. He fell back behind Preston, though his ears were flat against his head. He knew that he would already be getting enough punishment for drawing his master's blood. Stopping at the top of the stairs, Scarlet turned back toward him, her blue eyes settling on his green ones. A tone of fear could be seen in their depths, even if she attempted to appear strong. She had never dealt with a person treating her the way he was, and it confused her. Lips pursed, she looked him over, trying to see something... anything that would explain why she felt those green eyes of his hand been haunting her dreams from the moment she was born. I do not know who Persephone was, she admitted, clenching her jaw in defiance. But if it worries you, Hades, I can assure you that this time around, my fate will not cross your's. Scarlet had no idea of the weight her words held, for her lack of knowledge about her previous life. She knew nothing about her destined fate of being Preston's lover, whether willingly or not, and that was what made her situation even more taboo.