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Chapter Eight The underworld seemed to be getting colder and I couldn’t tell if it was because I’d fled the room that was lit or because Hades’s heart had been nearly ripped out. I was weeping pretty hard by now, feeling awfully betrayed and as lonely as my injurer. I felt my way around in the darkness for a while, thankful to the slight bluish glow that seemed to at least partially lighten ones way down in the underworld.
It was about an hour later that I decided to sit and curl up, figuring I was a safe enough distance from Hades, and wept harder still. It wasn’t until so deeply wounded by him that everything became clear. I now knew why I couldn’t breathe and my heart did funny things around him. I knew why he made me dizzy and why I craved his companionship so. When Hades said I was bound to him, he didn’t know right he was, fruit or no fruit. I was in love with him. It was during this revelation that I heard someone approach and I attempted to silence my cries.
“Persephone.” It was a woman’s voice that spoke my name, and I flinched a little in surprise.
“How do you know my name?” A gentle laugh rang out and she reached up to light a torch.
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But whatever it is that Hades did, let it go. I have a feeling you aren’t down here by choice, and if that is the case I truly am sorry. But Hades loves you, and he needs to know that you love him back. Hades is hated far and wide by both men and gods. Hades is feared. He grew up the bane of his parents and siblings and it only got worse when he took over the underworld. He was never what one would call normal. Persephone, he is so lonely and starved for attention. If he lied to get you here he did it out of fear, or a misguided attempt at earning the attention from you he so craved. Besides, without him you wouldn’t even be living.” This struck me as odd and I cocked my head to the side, trying hard to hang on to my fading anger and

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