Page 7 of Seeking Hades' Ember

Chapter 4

Hades

Once his finger grazed her skin, I saw red. Anger flew through my veins as I snapped my fingers. Darkness fell upon the entire club and a three-block radius. Darkness was something that I was accustomed to. It was where I worked, where I thrived. In the darkness, I could accomplish the most abhorrent things. Take life from one of the living souls that tainted the Earth. I was the only god granted this power; the power of death and the Underworld demanded it. Not even Zeus himself could take life. Many could say I was the stronger god, and indeed I was. I just didn’t let it be known to all.

There were screams as the club was in darkness; with the snap of my fingers, Jillian fell asleep, falling into Loukas’s arms. My body was repulsed that he would hold her to his chest. I slowly walked up the steps, the emergency lights guiding me to the stage. Every soul stood in fear, along with my gods and demon. Loukas looked up to me in fear, fear that I was going to put harm upon this innocent woman. My jaw ticked, and I held my arms out to pick her up.

Teddy Johnson stood barely to my shoulders as he stood quietly as I carried her with one arm under her legs and the other behind her back. She was cradled into my chest, her light breaths brushing my neck. Feeling an instant calm come over me, I knew I had to complete the mission as set out originally to do.

“Mr. Johnson, I need a word with you. Immediately.” My voice was low and thick. If it weren’t for finding the Helm, he would have been dead the moment he thought about touching her.

“Y-yes sir, this way.”

Loukas, Hermes, Ares, and Vulcan stood in surprise as I took Jillian with me to the back. I looked back at them and nodded. That was their cue to free the girls from their bondage while Loukas followed me to the back to carry on with our plan. There was going to be a bonfire tonight.

Teddy led us to his office, covered in papers, stains, and food. The man had no pride in his things; all he saw were dollar signs. Loukas walked into the room and took off his jacket and laid it on the couch. I gently laid Jillian on it while I laid my own jacket on top of her naked skin.

She looked so peaceful sleeping; small puffs of breath came from her lips, and her eyelashes twitched in movement. Moving a piece of stray hair from her face, I felt a warm tingle go through my fingers. She was breath-taking, and I wanted her.

I wanted her to be mine.

Standing up, I unbuttoned my cuff links and rolled up my sleeves. Teddy was looking rather disheveled as he sat behind his desk. The worry lines on his face made him look older and his face larger, if possible. The lights were flickering on and off from the emergency lights. No doubt because he never has them serviced.

Loukas stood by Jillian, protecting her. Still not aware of his intentions, I gave him a low growl in warning, and he took steps away from her. His head was bowed, and a smirk played on his lips. Brushing my hair back, the clicking of my Italian leather shoes stopped at the front of Teddy’s desk. Leaning over with my hands as a support, I spoke to the snake in front of me. “Where. Is. The. Helm,” I said deeply, low. His shaking became worst as I spoke of the relic.

“I-I don’t know what you are talking about,” he sputtered like the pussy he was.

I chuckled darkly and ripped the fake hair from his head. “Oh, but you do. I have on good account you do know where it is, Teddy Johnson.” Teddy winced and rubbed his head.

“Do you know who I am?” I raised to a standing position, crossing my arms. My eyes were ablaze, my eyes immediately turning into a glowing red. Dark smoke was falling from my 6’7’’ frame. The fire in my fingertips were oozing, setting small pieces of his paperwork ablaze.

“A-a demon?” he cried, almost wetting himself. His body was shaking uncontrollably.

“No, no, no…” I rounded the desk, taunting him. “I am the King of the Demons.” I elongated a claw and scratched the hardwood finish off his desk as I neared. Teddy’s breath became harsh, his heart beating quickly. It was only a matter of time before he had a heart attack, just as the fates had predicted before arriving here.

“I’m mother fucking Hades.” I smiled. “Now, where is the Helm? Don’t lie to me,” I growled out warningly.

“It’s here. It is here. Please don’t kill me!” He opened the drawer, and my helm was sitting in the lower part of the desk. I ripped it from his hands and threw it at Loukas.

“Now about that not killing you,” I said quietly. “I won’t personally kill you.” Teddy grabbed his chest and started coughing. “No, your time was up anyway. However, I don’t think your time is over with me yet. The fun,” I leaned into where our noses were touching, “has just begun.”

I slammed my fist on the desk, causing it to break into two and burst into flames. The loud noise didn’t even wake the angel on the couch. Teddy was sputtering, holding his chest, and falling quickly to the floor. My flames quickly engulfed him while he screamed for mercy. If only he knew what was really coming. Wrapping my jacket around Jillian, I picked her up again and led her to the outside of the club. It was completely dark, except for the emergency lights. The women had left, and cops were on the outside taking statements from the stolen girls.

Many of them crying, wrapped in blankets. The men who bought the girls were sitting in police cars. Hermes and Ares stood by our black limo and opened the door. Sitting inside the limo and holding her close, the rest of my men came in with me to head back to my penthouse suite in town. Loukas had been staying there. He better not have fucked anything up.

“What’s the plan, My Lord?” Loukas asked as I pet Jillian’s hair. Sitting up straighter and closing my eyes, a loud explosion came from Cheaters Anonymous. People were screaming in fear, running away from the flames. Buildings beside it were now on fire as the fire burned hot.

Opening my eyes again, Loukas and his friends looked on in worry. “Back to the penthouse,” I whispered.

“Hades, what is it with this girl?” Hermes spoke softly, not to anger me. “What do you feel for her?” I continued to look at her face, and small, tiny freckles danced on her skin. She was as light as a feather, obviously malnourished. Her body spread warmth within mine just by holding her.

“I don’t know,” I whispered again as my thumb went across her cheek. “…but I’m going to find out.”

Jillian

Feeling something plush underneath me, I gave a slight moan. It felt so good, and it even smelled good. I was able to stretch my body like a starfish, I had so much room, and I didn’t even feel like I was close to falling off the cot. A few bones in my back popped as a faint smile fell on my face. I must be dreaming, and I don’t want to wake up.

The haze was leaving me, the place where you are half asleep and half-dreaming. Coming to, I realized that I wasn’t on my old, broken cot that slightly leaned to the left. In fact, it felt too good to be that cot. Blinking my eyes a few times and keeping them open, I notice the room I was in is not anything I have ever seen before.

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