Hades and Persephone, Forgotten Lover

(Sha-mi-ah)))))))))))))) Welcome me, my love. Hades you're king of the underworld (Sha-mi-ah))))))))))))))))))))) (SCREAMING)))))))))))))))))))).................. What the hell kind of dream was that. Dreaming about a mythological god, shamia shook her head... It's weird, guess I'm watching too many Percy Jackson movies. Shamia struggled away from her white Renault, limping with the weight of the last of the pumpkins. She found Phoebe in the twilight on the twig-and-leaf-littered porch behind the house. she wore a wool jacket. she was moving up and back in a padded glider, pushed by the ball of her slippered foot. Shamia lowered a big pumpkin, let it rest on the wide floorboards. the girls were all the same age they've been best friends since kindergarten. They attend high school together and college as well took the same courses together and graduate as medical doctors. They were all quite short and looked something alike in their facial features. Shamia wore a process long black hair. It was a sleek black hood around her face. She was dressed in bright-dyed denim today. She wore durable clothes, usually, for she volunteered afternoons at a children's daycare center. She put one of the smaller pumpkins on phoebe's lap. "Now, nothing surreal," she told her. "Carve just a regular face. These are for the kids." In the foyer, on the Hepplewhite desk, Shamia found the list of chore she had left for Rebecca to get done, which included supper. Shamia went quickly through to ask Phoebe where had Rebecca gone and why she had not yet done the chores she was supposed to get done, she ran into Rebecca coming through the entrance of their apartment holding takeouts in hand. Where have you been Rebecca, why are all your chores not yet done, and supper, Shamia said. calm down Sham, I've got supper covered, I brought takeouts, Chinese, your favorite, Rebecca said. smh, still the house is a mess Rebecca, get it done okay, Shamia said. oohhhh, tsk tsk tsk, we are responsible adults now Becca start acting like one, Phoebe said.   Late, late into this night,  the girls gutted and carved the pumpkins together, at an old table set on the back porch, over newspaper after soggy newspaper, with paring knives spoons and with a Swiss Army knife the girls used for exact shaping of tooth and eye and nostril. the girls had been doctors, internists, but also a Sunday watercolorist. their pumpkins were expressive and artful. Their carved features were suited to the sizes and shapes of the pumpkins. some looked ferocious and jagged. One registered surprise. and the others were serene and beaming. they also did some faces that were less deftly drawn, with slits and areas of distortion. they had cut triangles for noses and eyes. The mouths they had made were just wedges-some turned up and some turned down. By one in the morning, they were finished.  they stayed. For the season and time, the Virginia night was warm. Most leaves had been blown away already, and the trees stood unbothered. The moon was round above them. Shamia, cleaned up the mess Rebecca. "Your jack-o-lanterns are much, much better than mine," Rebecca said to her. "Like hell," Shamia said. "Look at me," Phoebe said. Rebecca did. She was holding a squishy bundle of newspapers. The papers reeked sweetly with the smell of pumpkin guts. "Yours is far better," and besides you were to clean the house since morning, you have to be responsibly Becca, she said Whatever Phoebe's "You're wrong. You'll see when they're lit," Rebecca said. She went inside and came back with yellow vigil candles. It took her a while to get each candle settled, and then to line up the results in a row on the porch railing. She went along and lit each candle and fixed the pumpkin lids over the little flames. "See?" she said. They sat together a moment and looked at the orange faces. "We're exhausted. It's good night time," Shamia said. "Don't blow out the candles. I'll put new ones   in tomorrow." That night, in her bedroom Shamia could swore her parents were there standing over her bed looking at her a bit frustrated, she wondered why she dreamt about her parents after so long, maybe it was because she decided to stay away from aunt Chrissela her only living family, maybe her parents were upset about that, it had been so long she can't remember why she hadn't visited her aunt's villa. Hey guys, so I have an idea, Shamia said. And what is that, Phoebe asked. Maybe we could take a trip, down to my aunt's villa for a few months, we do have three months away from work, Shamia suggested. OMG! Are you serious Shammy, Rebecca asked because that would be awesome. yeah, it would be, Phoebe said. Shamia cell phone rang and she picked it up to see her aunt calling, Hi aunty Chrissela, I was just about to call you, Shamia said. Oh dear you were, aunt Chrissela said. Yes, I wanted to inform you that my friends and I will be coming to Los Angeles tomorrow and I was wondering maybe we could stay at the villa, Shamai said. ooh dear, of course, no need to ask just drop by, oh Shammy I missed you so much, this is wonderful news dear I will have my butler get the rooms ready for you and your friends to stay, aunt Chrissela said. Okay aunt sees you then, I love you, Shamia said. okay bye dear, I love you too, Aunt Chrissela said. Phoebe and Rebecca jump and scream in excitement at the thought of spending three months at an elegant villa. After the girls delivered their Pumpkins to the daycare Shamia volunteer at sometime, they head to the mall to pick up a few items for their trip and head back home they had spent most of the night going into midnight packing and watching their favorite series movie. Lucifer I'm calling it a night guys we have a flight to catch tomorrow morning and I don't want to oversleep, Phoebe said. (yawns) yeah, I'm calling it a night as well, Shamia said. that night Shamia had the same dream only this time her parents were trying to tell her something but she couldn't understand the language they were speaking it sounded ancient, Shamia woke from her sleep panting and shaking in fright of her dream she had that night, she got the dress and made her way downstairs where Phoebe and Rebecca was. Hey sleepyhead, Rebecca said. Hey, you guys are up already, Shamia said. Yeah, our flight is in another 3 hours, want some breakfast, Phoebe asked. Nah just an apple will do, for now, Shamia said. You sure, it's a 5-hour flight, Phoebe said. it's kool, shamia said. The girls arrived at Los Angeles airport seven hours later, their flight was delayed a bit after sorting out their documents and luggage the girls walked into the airport waiting for the area where a caucasian man stood dress in a white turtleneck shirt, black ripped jeans, and a pair of black leather booths, his eyes where a piercing blue orbs, his chiseled jawline, he had brown wavy hair and the middle of his lip was a piercing which seemed to have the attention of the girls. Good day ladies, my name is  Aiden, and the madam has sent me to be your escort to the villa. Right, yes okay, let's go girls aunty must be wondering what has happened to us. That will be  alright Sha-mi-ah))))))))))),  i had already informed madam that your flight had been delayed. Shamia stood blank looking at the beautiful man that stood before her. but it wasn't his beauty that captivated her it was the way he mentioned her name the sound he made when her name rolled off his tongue and how magical and dark it sounds to her ears,  but not foreign, but that's not all she couldn't help wonder where she had heard that sound before, she knew it wasn't foreign to her ears but where she had heard it, ahh, yes that's right in her dream.  very well then Mr. Aiden, please lead the way. Shamia what's gotten into you stop daydreaming Phoebe whispered. the drive to the villa was very quiet, Phoebe and Rebecca sit in the back while Shamia sat up front, she would occasionally glance at Aiden but he just kept his gaze fixed on the road ahead of him, Rebecca and phoebe sigh a few times which got Shamia's attention through the mirror. You guys alright, Shamia asked. Yeah just how much longer before we get to the villa, I wanna go swimming, Rebecca said. We'll get there soon Miss. oh, I'm sorry you introduce yourself and I didn't where have my manners gone today, I'm Rebecca, a pleasure to meet you, she said. likewise Ms. Rebecca, and we're here now, Aiden said. while pulling into the luxurious villa, owned by Shamia's aunt. the girls looked out the car to see an exquisite villa, they gasp in awe at how beautiful the place looked. right this way please, I'll return for your luggage shortly Aiden said. the girls walked into the villa and were greeted by the maids and kitchen staff who welcome them to the, Aiden asked the maid, Kira to please see their guest to madam Chrissela's garden where she was seated awaiting their arrival, Kira escorted the girls to aunt Chrissela where Shamia ran and hugged her aunt tightly almost braking her.  oh oh oh , dear careful, I'm not as young as I once was you know Shammy, aunt Chrissela said. nonsense aunty, you look as young as the day you turned sixteen and not a day over, Shamia said. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA........ Chrissela laughed, thank you, my dear sweet niece, I've missed you so much. come girls, come give me a huge hug you guys have gotten so big you're women now, oh girls we're gonna have so much fun together, aunt Chrissela said. Excuse me, Madam, dinner is served, Aiden announced. the girls and aunt Chrissela entered the dining hall and sat at the dining table filled with delicious meals and treats, oh wow this looks delicious and smells good too Aunty, said Shamia. Yes, it looks very delightful, Phoebe said. after dinner, the girls all said that they would turn in to bed early they were tired from their flight and wanted to rest Aunt Chrissela agreed and wished them good night.     Aiden, please show the girls to their room's, said aunt Chrissela. yes, madam, he replied. he showed Phoebe to her room and ensure she was alright and didn't require anything, he also did the same for Rebecca, he and Shamia walked in complete silence to the guest room she will be staying in. This is your room, mistress Shamia, said Aiden. Oh, no please I'm not your mistress, you don't need to call me that, Shamia is fine, she said. if it's not too much may I request that I call you mistress please, He said. with pleading eyes. I'm not sure, but thank you for showing me to my room Aiden, shamia said, good night. Good night, mistress, he said. Later that night Aiden teleport to Shamia's room to glance at her beauty he had waited to be reunited with his long-lost love  Isis, who he now suspects Shamia is the reincarnation of Persephone. I must find out if she is the reincarnation of Persephone, I've waited so long for her I won't let her out of my sight, said Aiden as he sits at the far end of Shamia's bed, he trails his fingers over her bare leg and the tingles he felt as sparks ignite between her bare skin and his fingers, she was so intoxicating he had to compose himself from taking her right there and then. It is her, Persephone, the love you have returned to me, a poor old foolish god as myself oh the love I wished you had remembered me your god of the underworld, your lover, I'll give you a dream of us making love my goddess of the seasons, my queen of the underworld, said Aiden. he then kissed the temple of Shamia's forehead and she began dreaming of him kissing her lips passionately, sucking her breast and finger fu*king her PU**y, making her moan at his touch, kissing her stomach down to her Pu**y, licking her juice and sucking on her clit making her entire body quiver under his touch, Aiden licked and sucked on Shamia's sweet spot until she climaxes all her juice in his mouth which he gladly swallowed. The next morning the girls woke up ready to explore the entire villa. at breakfast aunt, Chrissela asked the girls how was their first night in the house caused shamia to choke on her brisket. Oh, dear are you well, asked Chrissela. yes aunt I must have swallowed too quickly, she said. tilting her head to look at Aiden who had a grimacing smirk on his face.