Memories Of Cupid - Season 1 - Episode 38

7 years ago

Memories Of Cupid - Season 1 - Episode 38

The god before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard. He was like a model. Her eyes travelled to the top of the throne. On it was written “the god of death and riches”.
she breathed in sharply. The god’s beauty was so overwhelming that all she could do was to stare at him with wide eyes.

His hair was black, the ends curling a bit around his neck and they looked extremely soft as if they would easily melt underneath the touch of a being.

His jaw was so refined and muscled that her fingers itched to trace them.

Light facial whiskers embellished his face, making him look rugged and completely dangerous. His soft red lips were slowly turning upward in a smirk as her eyes travelled lower.
He was dressed in dark silk robes, long enough to cover his entire body but the neckline was low enough to give away to the imagination.

Even through the dark expensive looking robe, one could notice the muscles protruding underneath. His collarbone was strong and his shoulder broad, making elyme bite her lip harder to keep herself from falling at his feet.
She however pinched herself as she got hold of herself. Jimi was enough for her. All she wanted was to find answers to what Hermes said, find out there were lies and then return to her world. Her parents’ faces flashed through her mind and she sighed. Who knew what they would be into? Looking for their daughter on her birthday.

She really itched in curiosity to see what her father’s gift especially would be. But first thing first, she must get out of the so called god of death and riches’ palace.

“Are you done staring and brooding?” Hades sneered, his facial features not changing whatsoever. Even when he scrounged up his face in disgust, he seemed gorgeous.

Elyme flushed some shades of red. she was embarrassed. Who did that on a first visit to a strange place? She bit her lips and tried to fix the correct words in. she turned to Hermes but noticed he was no more there. Had Hades dismissed him? Or had he vanished to get another person hooked in Hades’ palace? She sighed as she continued to rack her brain for the right words.

“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable” she finally said.

Hades shrugged, standing up from his throne and slowly walked down to her. “I’d stare at myself too if I were in your place; I’m just so handsome, am I not?”

She frowned. He spoke words of boast. Was he a proud god?

“I spoke to you, I expect an answer” he snapped and scowled at her.

He stared at her, his eyes expressionless as they scrutinized her face slowly. He turned away from her abruptly and began walking away.

“Are you coming or not?” He snapped again, sounding quiet impatient and so bad a host.
That was her first time in his kingdom for Pete’s sake.

Elyme gritted her teeth, her bare feet making soft paddling noises as she tried to catch up to him. Even though the god of the underworld was colder than the freezing temperatures of Antarctica, his palace was surprisingly warm.