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THE MYTH OF HADES & PERSEPHONE
The beautiful Persephone caught the eye of Hades, the god of the Underworld, while she was collecting flowers in a meadow one day. She was then taken by the deity to the Underworld to live with him.
Growing up, Persephone enjoyed playing in the Olympus gardens. One day, while Persephone and a group of flora nymphs were plucking narcissus flowers, the earth abruptly split apart.
Persephone had gone beneath the Earth after the deity divided the ground beneath her. Hades was able to capture her in his underworld and make her his wife as a result. Although Persephone was first miserable in the Underworld, she eventually learned to love Hades and lived happily with him.
In glittering Tokyo, the forgotten man slinks around in the shadows.
As the night grows dark, the man relaxes more, with the leisure of a forgotten god - this is his terrian. When he turns his head up, all that can be seen is the red blood moon.
He breathes in. He slinks closer.
Closer. Closer. Closer.
Until he is hanging himself upside down with his binds from the roof of the enemy's base. Listening. Breathing. Curious.
He peeks into the room and stares at the man himself. The Voice of underground. The god of evil.
"And who is this . . . ?" The voice echoes through the deathly silent room. The man leans down and picks the picture in front of him up.
"Izuku Midoriya, Sir. A male prime omega." The subordinate replies.
"And Is he the one . . . ?" The voice asks, honey dripping from tone.
"Yes sir. He is yours but as far as the team has researched, he knows nothing about you."
Toshinori Yagi. All Might. Prime Alpha. The head of the strongest mafia in Japan.
"And the rest are disposed of, I assume . . . ?" The voice questions, a curious note in his deep rasp as he brushes his thumb across the picture.
"Yes sir." The subordinate replies. "All of the other children of yours are taken care of."
"Though . . . it would be quite a pity to kill such a pretty little thing. . . perhaps he can become a fine successor." The voice sighs.
"Yes sir. . ." The subordinate hesitates, "He has your quirk after all."
"Bring him to me." The voice commanded.
And with that, the fate of Izuku Midoriya was sealed.
Or would have been. If it wasn't for Shouta Aizawa. Who had just found out a way to seize whole of Japan.
Only if he doesn't fall in love.
The forgotten man. Shouta Aizawa. Eraserhead. Prime Alpha. Leader of The Black Death; slinks back into the shadows and walks away, with one goal in mind : Kill Izuku Midoriya.
Shouta Aizawa considers himself the king of the night. Not quite pretentious about it . . . but he is the deadly viper after all.
People fear him, they call him the Hades of the underworld. Because he decides the fate of people who dare cross him or whoever he doesn't like, unlike All Might - who crushes their bodies all the same. He tortures their minds. His punishments fit the crimes.
Though, being the head of the second strongest mafia means that he rarely gets out to do missions by himself.
And it has been a while since he had enjoyed a hunt.
'Izuku Midoriya.' He muses. 'Now how can I find you?'
He stops when he reaches near the turn of the alley, listening to fast paced crunches of the ground below light steps.
'Omega. 58-65 kgs. Small in height.'
He glances around and finds himself correct. A lazy smirk on his face as he watches an omega run towards him with a panicked look on his face.
Curious. He stops and stares.
The boy seemed relieved? to find him.
"Hey!!" The omega says loudly, almost as if he was yelling. "I was looking for you everywhere!" His voice soft and delicate despite the pitch.
The omega rushes towards him and hugs him. Hugs. Him.
Shouta easily lifts him up from the ground, holding him nearer to his chest. The omega was small. 5"5' he guessed. And looked to be around 21.
His body moved automatically, his movements stiff. He doesn't remember the last time he got a hug.
"There is a man following me . . . please help." The boy sniffles, rubbing his eyes.
Shouta nods in reply. Just standing and holding the shaking omega, awkwardly.
He waits.
The omega smells like cinnamon and vanilla with a hint of . . . rain? Very similar to how All Might smelt somehow. A hint of alcohol mixed with his scent.
Shouta glances down, trying to memorize how the omega looked, under the street light. His curly hair messes up in every direction like uncontrollable ivy. Freckles dusted on his button nose and rosy cheeks. Big emerald eyes and plump lips.
'Gorgeous and adorable like a bunny.' The thought crosses his mind before he can stop.
The sound of heavy footsteps stomping on the ground break him out of his stupor.
A man walks around, as if searching for someone and Shouta immediately recognizes him as one of the omegan brothel owners.
Now, he had never done this and if it was somebody else then he would have left the omega. But not this one, the one breathing lightly in his arms, trusting him - a complete stranger.
A strange emotion stirs up in his body and he takes the omega and rushes out of the scene, a plan to kill the brothel owner forms in his head.
He might give this job to Midnight though.
A familiar emotion makes way into his mind.
Want.
He stares at the omega in his arms.
Want. Want. Want.
The omega glances up at him, with an expression of relief.
"Thank you." Those pretty pink lips utter the words before the omega kisses his cheek and simply walks away from him.
If he wasn't standing stupid like a statue then he might have followed the omega home. Gotten to know him. Took him on a date, even if he had to do it forcefully.
Apparently, all it took to please and capture the Hades of the underworld was an innocuous kiss of decadence.