Persephone wriggled underneath him when he suddenly laid his weight onto her. She already knew she had angered him, but either way, she cowered, covering her face with her hands. As he left, she sobbed, hugging one of the pillows. Everything hurt. Her neck and another secret area were bleeding, but that didn't hurt nearly as much as her broken heart. She had expected her first time to be one of pure ecstasy, not one of terror. Now how was she going to marry? She was deflowered, useless, pitiful just laying there crying.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, as Hades stormed through his domain, a winged man slipped out of the shadows. "Things not going as well as you had hoped, my lord?" He had very long black hair, pale skin, though darker than Hades', and a pale toga covering his form. He was Thanatos, one of the few servants of Lord Hades, and almost like a friend to him, as there was no one else but souls to converse with.