Lucifer's Test [LuciferXHades]

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Lucifer's Test

[LuciferXHades]

Hades was testing me again.

He did this every time I'd done something to accidentally piss him off. And trying not to piss him off was like walking on egg shells and most of the time, it was entertaining, until he sprung these tests on me, like he was trying to figure out if I truly cared for him or if I was just toying with him. That was the part that irritated me.

Hades was beautiful. He was intelligent. He was powerful, clever, handsome, perfect in every way and I normally didn't give anyone that title, except my Father. Hades was the only one I could label with perfection. There was just the tiny problem of his self-esteem... Or rather, it's non-existence.

He was constantly convinced that our relationship was merely a passing-fancy, despite the fact that it's lasted for over a year now, since the Great Titan War had ended and the world seemed relatively calm now. He was still insistent that my feelings could be corrupted, and it was only triggered by certain things that I did and, unfortunately, I'd made the mistake of doing one of those things.

I had told him I loved him, urging him to say it back, and he didn't. When he didn't, he drew the conclusion that because he didn't say it back, that must mean I hated him or I didn't care about him anymore, but he was just being ridiculous.

The words were merely a formality to me. No mere words could even begin to express what I felt for Hades. But if I told him that, he'd laugh. Hades wasn't exactly the best when it came to emotional attachments. Because he had no one to teach him what emotions were like, he just made up his own definitions for them.

When he was happy, he was in the lab, tinkering with things, ripping apart things just to put them back together again and spend hours on the computer writing about it before he'd come find me, talk for hours about it, before we had sex and he fell asleep taking up half the bed so I had to try and gather him in my arms to make room for myself... or drag us both off the bed when he squirmed in his sleep.

When he was angry, he drew into himself. His responses were short, crude, nasty. He had to make sure everyone else around him knew he was angry without him actually having to say it.

When he was scared, he locked himself in his room and I never saw him. He'd put up a barrier, literally, to keep everyone out so he could deal with it alone.

And it was agonizing. I didn't want him to deal with it alone. I knew what that was like, and I hated it. I wanted someone to know how I was feeling, someone I trusted, and that someone was Hades. But Hades was the exact opposite when it came to expressing his emotions. He kept them under lock and key.

So I turned my anger at his behavior toward Zeus.

Hades's bastard younger brother, who completely destroyed Hades in one night. Hades had saved Zeus, saved his pathetic worthless life, and was repaid for his mercy with Zeus attacking him and throwing him out. I wanted Zeus's heart for it. I wanted to do everything I could to torture him for what he'd done to Hades. The Devil the humans so feared inside me salivated to see Zeus weeping in agony and begging for mercy.

And worst of all was that Hades didn't want that. He'd told me countless times when the subject came up that he didn't care what happened to Zeus, so long as nothing took Zeus from his throne. He actually believed Zeus was a worthy leader and it drove me insane. How could he say such a thing about that monster? How can he have so much power and not even use it to destroy the person who ruined his life?

"He's my brother," Hades had told me once while we bathed at his house and he was talking with a mouthful of bread, "The day you kill Michael is the day I'll consider it for Zeus." I had said nothing to that, because I knew he was right. He was always right, when it came to that anyway. Despite Michael's curse, despite his violent reaction to me whenever my mere name was mentioned in his presence, Michael was still my brother. There had been a time when Michael and I stood side by side. And it was that time that kept me away from Michael's wrath, and my own.

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