The Cursed Blessing

Chapter 1

Persephone's Point of View

It was the same old thing going on in the Underworld. Screams of terror, sounds of agonizing death, the whispers of the dead, the usual. It was the same melody playing though my ears for the last thousands of years.

It was a few months left before I can leave this place and return to my mother's-

"Persephone!" I heard Hades called. "For the last time, feed the goddamned dog!"

"Feed it yourself!" I yelled. "It wasn't my idea to keep a three-headed dog as the guard for the gates of the Underworld. Why are you worried anyway? It's not like it's going to die or something like that. This is the Underworld."

"It's not a matter of dying," Hades said as he took a sip of his drink. "When that bloody dog gets hungry, even Zeus can hear its barks from here."

"You know, for someone who's in charge of the dead, you sure complain a lot."

"I take care of the dead for a living-"

"Was that a pun?"

"-so can you at least help me with some of the things here?" He groaned.

"Fine, fine." I rolled my eyes. This guy can be a handful at some times.

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After a few months of waiting (and constantly having fights with Hades) it was finally time for me to return to Olympus. It was like some sort of a deal that happened a long time ago, where I'll stay at Hades' palace for a third of the mortal's year and return to my mother's, Demeter, for the rest of the remaining year.

Just before I return to her embrace and enjoy the cozy, calming walk down Hera's Garden, I decided to stop by at one of my favourite place.

Starbucks.

Bet you didn't expect that one.

To avoid the combustion of these mere mortals who laid their gaze on me, I turned into my human form. It was nighttime in the mortal world, so it was easier for me to lay low. After taking the order and a sit, I tried my best to have a relaxing moment alone. Though it didn't last long as she disturbed by someone.

"Hey there, beautiful." She heard a male voice calling her. She turned around and saw a guy who had long-sleeve denim jackets and black jeans. He had a punk hairstyle that was dyed red. Truly, a disaster of fashion choice. Is this what mortals wear nowadays? "What's a fine lady like you doing alone at a night like this?" He grin. I immediately knew this guy didn't have any good intentions.

"Leave me be." I simply replied. This guy was definitely not worth my time. I can easily 'get rid' of him, but I figured that using my powers on this guy was way more worse.

"Hey now, I'm being polite here." He said and sat down in front of me. "C'mon, I'll buy you a drink and-"

"I already have a drink. Are you blind?" I said as I showed him my drink. He didn't seem to like that as his expression tensed a bit.

"You're a tough one, huh. I hate stubborn bitches like you." He said as he grabbed my wrist. I didn't give a slight reaction towards his threat, which startled him a bit as he had a confused look on his face. It didn't help, though, as his grip on my wrist were getting tighter. "Don't act tough." He said.

Just before I could use my powers and seduce him into doing whatever I want, another guy came. But this time, he was asking the punk to leave me alone. The other guy was wearing black shirt and pants. He had jet black hair which was slicked back nicely. One thing about him though were his eyes. His stormy, gray eyes were like the colour of clouds before a thunderstorms. It gave out a menacing look.