Deep under the earth he waits.
With Shadows on his broken soul.
A crack forms on the surface.
.And the Spring Maiden will fall.
Chthonic Prologue
His eyes had a fire in them. It was not the kind of fire that would sooth you on cold winter nights. Not the kind that would keep the dark and cold away and help you cook a hot meal. Oh no, this was the kind of fire that could engulf someone in flames, turning things to char and ash, chocking lungs with smoke and making eyes fill with tears. He twirled the red rose in his hand, thinking of the girl who had given it to him. A smirk graced his chiseled, perfect features as he thought of the maiden with the Raven hair and open hazel eyes. Her enchanted giggle echoed in his ears, distracting him from the moans and wails of the spirits around him.
Her innocence was just what he needed to make him feel alive again. She was the light to his darkness. But he knew she would never consent to coming with him. She would never accept him for what he was. She would run away like a frightened deer once she knew his truth. But he wanted her. He simply had to have her. And he wanted, he took. By hook or crook. He was Shlok Agnihotri , the ruler of the netherworld. And now, he had found his queenAstha. Faith. Hope. Light.
And she would be his. All his.
What do you say folks? It's based on the Greek myth of Hades and Persephone. Do tell me what you all think