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maiden before him: so lovely, the embodiment of sunshine and light and life. His fingers twitched, aching to reach out and wrap his fingers around one of her fiery curls.
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It was rare that Hades left the Underworld. Even rarer that he wandered into any territory of his sister’s domain. Yet, the change of scenery offered respite from his duties that came with reigning over the dead.
The day was bright and ++
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Upon closer inspection, the gleam belonged to the hair of a maiden asleep beneath the branches, her face fair and dark lashes twitching across her sun-kissed cheeks as she dreamed.
The Dark god crept closer, kneeling some small distance away. He was transfixed by the ++
“There are different kinds of darkness. There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful. There is the darkness of lovers, and the darkness of assassins.”