Claimed by the dark

Chapter 8

" Why do you intend to keep avoiding? " Hades questions his face and voice just as blank and unruffled

"That is because I don't want to see you "

I say to his face fixing my eyes on him but a second later start feeling squirmy when he looks back at me with those dark eyes of his .

They have a way of making me forget my thoughts.Strangely mesmerizing.

I turn my back on him, refusing to let him see the affect he has on me

"Go away or take me back to the surface " I demand

Though I don't see him, I hear him sigh " That isn't possible, and seems just as unreasonable as your refusal to eat anything"

Ever since he got me here I have locked myself in his huge room refusing to see him or eat anything though on several occasions he had tried to coax me out of the room I stuck to my resolution, I will not eat anything until he doesn't take me back to the world of the living.

I know it's not exactly a bright or a gland plan and is probably too naive but It's the only one I have, And I have a fierce intention to remain glued to it.

"Starving yourself will do you no good, " He says as if he had read my mind

"You don't have to tell me what's good for me and what isn't " I hiss whirling on to him.

I see a tiny flicker of anger flash across his face before it vanishes.

But suddenly, Yelling at the Lord of the Underworld doesn't seem like a good idea.

His anger though only a little flicker of it had appeared in front of me doesn't seem like something that should be taken lightly.

I realize now why mortals fear him . He can be a cold and a dangerous God when he wants to be.

Though I'm glad he didn't direct his anger towards me I have no intention of backing down.

I let out a breath I didn't even realize I have been holding when he walks out of my room.

His footsteps echoing in this dark palace.....

***

Hades

The wraiths, as usual, have set the table. The smell of hot and delicious food fills the air of the grand hall as he takes the chair at the head of the long table.

The rest of the chairs are empty but it had never bothered him.

As a ruler of the Underworld, he was used to solitary.

Not many dare to venture here as guests yet, the meals prepared were no less than a feast, The wraiths never lacked in their finesse as they laid several delicacies over the surface of the long , Impressive table in silver platters, dishes, and goblets.

He pauses halfway before biting into his first morsel.

She must be hungry.

He gets up and walks to her room.

She was standing by the window.

He takes the opportunity to silently look at her. Beautiful and petite.

Like a delicate flower.

He knew she was both scared and curious about his world and sometimes her curiosity thew away her fear. He could see her eyes light up with equal parts intrigue and curiosity when she saw something.

No matter how mundane it seemed to him, to her it was all new and she wanted to know all she could about it by asking him questions. He found her curiosity endearing.

But he had also found out she could be extremely stubborn when she wanted to be and she was displaying loads of that stubbornness in avoiding food.

She seemed hell bent upon starving herself.

And that, He wasn't liking much.