From the Stars to the Stars → Draco Malfoy

xiv. Cancer

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     Kore.

     Just like the Goddess of Spring, Orion hated that nickname, but for some funny reasons, her grandfather loves to call her that. Her grandfather used to call her mother Kore, merely because her name was Persephone and it was the Goddess' nickname by her mother. Due to his weird humour and thinking, he decided to call Orion that nickname. 

     Her mother hated that nickname, the Goddess hated that nickname, and Orion loathed that nickname.

     Yet, she never had the heart to tell her grandfather how she despised that name. Not when his eyes lit up whenever Orion answered to that nickname. Orion understands how her grandfather saw her as his daughter, how he saw her as Persephone Baudelaire. He used to despise Niklaus Mikaelson, he loathed her father, which according to him was Persephone's Hades. He loathed Klaus, in his mind, Orion's mother was snatched from his arm by Nikalus Mikaelson, by Hades.

     Pierre Baudelaire couldn't live with the fact that his daughter actually chose to be with someone like Klaus, couldn't live with the fact that his daughter decided to marry Hades. And just like how the Goddess' mother, Demeter, hated the fact Persephone became the Queen of the Underworld, Pierre also called his daughter Kore to disregard the fact that she became a Mikaelson; Kore was a nickname Demeter, the Goddess of Growth, used to call Persephone before she slipped out of her grip and became the Queen of the Underworld; before she became the Bringer of Death.

     What neither Demeter and Pierre seem to understand was neither of both Persephones were a sweet child of spring turned into a Goddess of the Dead against their will. It was them who craved death, it was them who trapped both Hadeses into their realm.

     Did they really think Persephone was a stupid damsel in distress?

     What they failed to understand was on earth, Persephone was trapped in the realm of her parent, a daughter of someone powerful, who only gets to spend their time sitting in the forest looking pretty, what Hades gave her was a throne made of fire, a crown made of skeletons by the dead who watched her in awe. Persephone was never a damsel in distress, she was bored, and she was hungry. She wasn't taken, she left, she was the one who lured Hades into her trap. After all, she seemed to be the only person who gets to see the good sides of Hades, how is that not a win?

     Why would Persephone choose to stay as a prisoner of her own parent when she could have the God of the Dead on his knees, worshipping her, while letting her take over his kingdom?

     "Kore?" Cassiopeia asked, tilting her head to read the envelope in Orion's hand. "Your grandfather still calls you that?" she scrunched her nose.

     "I know," Orion rolled her eyes at the thought. "He still sees me as his Persephone, quite annoying don't you think?"

     "Well," Cassiopeia shrugged, taking a seat behind her. "He loves you, I guess. But you're not your mother."

     "Exactly," Orion said as she put the letter on her hand to the table in front of her. "But, still he sees me as Persephone."

     "Which one?" Cassiopeia asked, leaning back on the sofa. "The goddess or your mother?"

     "He sees both of them the same, my mother is Persephone taken by the big bad wolf," Orion sighed, slumping her shoulders, a habit she picked up whenever she felt anxious, a habit she hated because she just knows it'll ruin her–already–perfect posture. Not even a second after she realised she slumped, she immediately straightened.