The Wedding

3.5K 116 7
                                    

HADES'S POV

 I shuffled my feet against the carpet, wondering what was wrong with good old wooden floors. I was walking to the room where the wedding was being held. Actually, it was more like me being dragged to it by a certain goddess of love.

"Don't be a child," Aphrodite scolded me, grabbing my arm and pulling me along. Damn, was she strong.

I tried to pull away, whining, "I don't want to go just yet!"

"Once again, you are being a child," she told me, rolling her eyes.

I pouted, batting my eyelashes. Aphrodite glared at me. "Honestly, you two were made for each other."

'No, we weren't," I replied easily, "I would've been mortal if I had been."

"Sometimes I wish you were," Aphrodite muttered as she stormed away, each heel clicking on the marble floor.

***

The altar was a lonely place to be. Standing all alone, hoping to The Fates that she would show up.

And then she did.

My breath left my body, leaving me winded. I hadn't felt like this since I was eaten by my own father. (Which, by the way, is a very long time.)

The doors opened slowly, painfully. I fidgeted nervously, sending a venomous look from Aphrodite. It hit me like a laser. 

Nicky's hair was coiled tightly on her head, showing off her slender neck. There were no free strands. A sort of net was over her hair, gleaming with rubies and sapphires. It shouldn't work, but it did. Her make-up brought out the beauty of her eyes, her lips. She was beautiful.

That wasn't what took my breath away.

It was her dress. It bared one shoulder, and as if to compensate fabric tumbled down her other shoulder, casading like a river. Her dress ended at her knees, but a thin veil of what looked like glitter drifted to the floor. The fabric, although white, seemed to shine with an inner light.

My heart pounded in my chest, each beat more painful than the last. i couldn't breathe, couldn't think-

-But seeing her tentative smile eased all tension. i smiled back and waited.

Waited to be married to Nicky.

My Marriage to the Lord of the Dead (M.M.L.D)[EDITING]Where stories live. Discover now