OG | RP Instructor | Charter Member of In the Pantheon | Audit Queen & Creative Character Consultant
Melody Wingfield is an award-winning author living in Chattanooga, TN. Her current literary project (unconnected with #thepantheon) is an epic Greek myth series for adults, telling the reimagined story of Hades and Persephone. With her writers group, she hosts the inspirational, informative, and often inappropriate Method and Muse podcast for writers and is rumored to be the reason for its NSFW rating. She writes primarily dark fantasy and horror, drawing from a lifelong study of the occult, folklore, and the paranormal. When not writing, she enjoys interacting with other writers in the Twitter #WritingCommunity. She is honored to be part of The Pantheon as Hekate’s scribe, having come to The Crossroads long ago.
“The best thing about the queen, Hades, is she can move however she wants. Forward…back…” I roll my hips to the rhythm of my words, smiling when his arms tighten as he wills them still. “Sideways, up or down…”
Hades follows close behind me, slamming the door shut. He waves his hand, and I hear a soft click as he seals us in. Incredulous, I mirror his movements as he circles me. He comes to a stop at the end of the bed and begins to remove his cufflinks.
The silence is interrupted by a muffled choking sound. Eyes wide and a hand plastered over her mouth, Persephone stares at me, stunned into silence. Beside her, Hades is like a statue, his face drawn with shock and realization.
The satisfaction I feel is intoxicating. It’s one thing to best an opponent. It’s another to best an equal. The fact he feels the tension, that he knows I’m not what he’s grown accustomed to, that he’s actually having to work…
It occurs to me this is all I’ve ever wanted, this excruciating pleasure that tilts toward pain and back. The power coursing through me is primal, all earth and fire, some spell that Dinlas has cast on my body.
His smile sends a sudden rush of heat through my body. I let the sensation ebb and give him my hand, allowing him to pull me to my feet. We are standing uncomfortably close, neither of us moving, just looking at each other.
It strikes me fully for the first time that this god I thought I knew, this known quantity, is more of a stranger to me than I realized. I’ve dealt with the King for most of our immortal spans. This is Hades.