Hades p.o.v
“Sir, you have an appointment for-“
“bring me Miguel” I said, cutting off my assistant.
“o...off course” I strummed my fingers on the table impatiently. I was furious.
‘That bastard’ I thought as I stared into space. ‘He really was going to die by my hands today.’ I sighed, massaging my temples.
Not long after, Miguel was brought in, he looked visibly shaken as he stood in front of me.
“at least wait till you’re told what you did before you look this guilty!” I said, slamming my gloved hands on the table. He flinched, taking a step backwards.
“one more step backwards and I would make sure that it would be the last steps you take.” I growled out.
He froze quite instantly, Falling to his knees in an instant.
“please, I am only but a poor fool and I don’t know how I have offended you sir. Please tell me my crimes so that I would know how to properly beg for your forgiveness” he said, bowing his head.
“you really think what you have done is forgivable?”
“..” he bowed his head, trembling.
Pathetic.
I signalled my assistant to bring the bottle of perfume.
“Look at this” I said, tossing the bottle his way. “Are you familiar with this?”
“o..o...off co..urse.” he stammered
“good, then you would know that I hired you specifically to customise this perfume” he nodded readily. “if you have been so smart, you would also remember that the deal is to make it specifically for me, and no one else.” I stood up, taking a step towards him. “So why”
Another step.
“Did i”
Another step
“have the pleasure to smell it on someone else last night?” he looked like he was going to shit himself, but I did not care. I did not like to share. Not even something as simple as a perfume that was why I had one made specially for me, a weird scent that I obsessed over.
Vanilla and musk.
It was not a common scent. The combination of those scents was something people thought I was crazy for, but I did not mind.
It made sense to me and that was all that mattered.
“are you trying to cheat me, Miguel?” I looked down on him, quite literally as I was now a foot away from him.
“S..Sir!” his eyes flashed with fear as he looked up at me. “i..i would n..ne..never. I have not made this for anyone apart from you, I swear it!” I yanked his hair back, griping it so hard. It was a miracle that his hair did not pull out from its roots.
“how do I know you are not lying to me and trying to save your ass? Hmm?” my voice came out a little lower. “You know, it’s too much of a coincidence. Is she your lover? Is that why you made MY perfume for her? Hmm? Is that it?” I said, unable to keep the amusement from my voice.
“Were you trying to impress her? Although, she does not look like the type to be impressed by such” I said, yanking his head to the other side, causing him to groan.
“I swear to you,” he begged, his voice trembling but firm, “I have not made that perfume for anyone else. It was created specifically for you, as per your instructions. I would never—”
“Liar!” I roared before i could stop myself. “Do you think I’m a fool? I know what I smelled.” I found myself giving a humourless laugh. “or are you calling me a liar?”
“Never!” he bowed his head impossibly lower.
I looked at him one last time, getting more and more irritated the more I saw him.
I removed my gloves, already feeling the air turn cold. And then I touched him.
Slowly. I watched the life get sucked out of his body the longer my hands touched his face.
“I don’t like to be messed with Miguel” I said to his now lifeless body.
I wore the gloves back, not even bothering to look at the shocked faces.
This was who i was. A monster, cursed to have everything i touch wither at my touch.
I embraced it from young. This was all I was corn to be, a monster. I sighed.
I stripped as I got to my room, walking straight into the shower, letting the hot water cascade down my skin.
Valerie
I thought as I let the water flow.
I nearly banged my head against the wall as remembered how I couldn’t tear my gaze from her.
From the moment she entered the room, she commanded my attention. Her presence was like a gravity, pulling my gaze toward her, even when I tried to focus on her mum.
I let out a sigh ‘that was shitty’
And gods, when our eyes met...
They were a compelling shade of blue that I could stare at all...’ i shook my head. Refusing to think further down that part.
I couldn’t deny it—there was something about her that unnerved me, something that made me question everything. I knew I shouldn’t feel this way, that it was dangerous, foolish even. I was to get married to her mum in a few months
I moved to turn off the shower when ahhhhh....
I looked down, seeing a not so subtle thing popping up,
“this cannot fucking happen!” I said, looking down mortified.