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"no more pomegranates!" - demeter
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Gods and Pomegranates
Demeter was strict but loving over her beloved daughter. It was rare for the Goddess to let such perfection out of her sight. Naturally, as a mother, that was normal. Protecting Persephone was her goal as a caring mother to the younger Goddess. Yet Demeter had duties of her own to attend to, duties where she must leave Persephone to her own devices. Demeter's duties were to both mortals and nature alike. For without nature and life, mortals would be no more. Each day Demeter blessed their harvests and their growth of food and plants for them to live a full life. This included the wildlife and flowers her own daughter enjoyed playing around.
Roaming the fields of fresh grass that grew to Persephone's knees, and flowers plaited into the soft red of her locks. The same hair that blew in the light breeze of the day, sunlight granting a happy glint in her eyes. Nothing but pureness came from this immortal. She had such innocence around her, such grace. It was way Demeter did her best to keep Persephone under a watchful eye. No one, especially a God, could keep a single one under their watch all the time. Gods had certain duties that needed full attention. However, Persephone was still young and new to this world which made her have such an innocent aura compared to most. Demeter's absence from the girl would be her downfall.
Every so often, the young Goddess was visited in these fields by another God. Most pain no attention to Persephone, mortal nor God with the fear of Demeter's wrath. However, there was one who had no problem or fear of dealing with the wrath of Demeter. TheKing of the Underworld some called the God by. One who mortals talked very little about, afraid of his presence, afraid of what he would do to them if they spoke of him. Very little was known about him to the mortals, but he was known to the Gods. Some called him brother, but none called him husband. None called him lover or spouse. He was without wife or partner. Not once was there much interest from him to follow in either of his brother's doings.
As for Persephone, she had heard the stories of Hades and his Underworld. There was no doubt plenty of rumors that had reached her ears. The rumors of the harsh hand Hades rules his kingdom with, a kingdom that frightened her with a ruler who would have terrified her if she ever met. What the girl was not aware of, was that she had already, in fact, met the ruler. A God who was as cunning as the basilisk. Logical, and brilliant. All the Goddess cared about, was having a casual conversation every so often. That was all, for he never stayed long, perhaps with the worry of an unwanted quarrel with Demeter. It wasn't very often that the two immortals met, just enough for Persephone to remember fondly of the few times, surrounded by her mother's work.
It wasn't until the day Persephone came across a rather distinct flower in the fields. Such a flower was unfamiliar, certainly not her own mother's work. As if compelled to do so, she leaned down to carefully pick the flower from the ground. A beautiful flower such as this should not go unnoticed, especially so unique. The flower was the craftsmanship of the King, so carefully detailed and colored to perfection. Only meant to catch none other than sweet Persephone's eye. It certainly served its purpose. Simply a few moments later did the ground beneath her feet shake causing her to look up from the flower, taking a few steps back from the crack that began to form on the Earth. Eventually, she was practically running backward, afraid to remove her eyes from the growing crack. In fact, she soon fell on her back, the delicate flower leaving her grasp and welting.
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