She doesn't sleep, she's an introvert, she has no parents. Her family history is something unimaginable, her future is wilder than any reality could ever be. She's a human...who bleeds gold and red.
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Warm light emitted from the delicate chandeliers suspended on the high ceiling of the grand hall. Men and women could be seen interlinked with each other, cavorting on the floor and few waiters carrying trays filled with colourful drinks. People from different corners of the world were united to this party. However, it held no importance to the chief guest who just had to be there for a secret meeting.
“My lord,” the beautiful muse of comedy bowed slightly to not gain suspition. The couple standing in front of her nodded their heads but did none else effort to blow their cover. The man was well muscled and tall, he wore an exquisite three-piece black suit with a white button-up shirt. His ivory skin was covered with a thin beard. The forest green eyes were so deep that someone could get lost in. The lady on his side was unearthly gorgeous. Her long raven tresses flowed down gently till her waist. She wore a low neck purple gown, paired with a diamond necklace. Her curves were well highlighted. Their arms were inseperabaly linked.
“Is she safe?” The King of the underworld asked, anxious for the subject’s well being.
“Yes,” Thalia dared not inform him the rest.
“It’s a relief to know.” The queen said, her exquisite glassy eyes staring at the silently standing muse.
“I must get going your graces.” She bowed slightly again and walked away.
“Isn’t she acting strange my love?” Persephone asked, staring at the running away muse.
“Might just be wishing to get back soon.” He shrugged.
“What shall we do now Hades?” A mischievous glint bloomed in her eyes. The music changed to a lower harmony.
“Would you like a dance, my Queen?” Hades offered her his hand which she took delightfully.
“That would be an honour, my King.”
Hades slid his other hand around Persephone’s thin waist and pulled her towards him. Their chests crashed and both their hearts started hammering.
They glided over the marble floor with great elegance. The beautiful gown of Persephone projected as a long cone as Hades twirled her round. People were staring at the ethereal couple, some with admiration, others with envy.
“May I steal your acquaintance, My lady?” A chirpy voice distubed their both joys. They turned around to find the tall figure of a lady with excellent curves sticked by forest green fabric, flowing all the way down her knees. Her collarbone was decorated with an onyx necklace the shape of a triple moon. Huge brown curls danced around her shoulders. Hades growled seeing her.
