Idée Fixe

[Hades Styx]

Id?e Fixe

<r><COLOR color="#333"><s></s>If it was one thing Hades was more concerned about as of right now, it was something that he had not expected for quite some time. He had attempted to distract himself with various women, but never fulfilling the deed of making sin those nights to distract himself. Nothing could distract himself from her. Hade had another obsession it seemed, and now, he was working on either two things: to which one failed and that was forgetting about her, and the other was taking her. She was now impregnated with his heir, his spawn. She was merely meant to be a vessel for his child, like Hollace had been, but that was not so anymore. She was something much more valuable. Something Hades must have as his own. Hades now stood on the rooftop, with a thought of having some of that liquid that Hollace had knocked him out with, but that did not come to avail since he had no idea what the hell that stuff was to begin with. A naughty thought entered his mind of forcing this woman into a dark marriage, like he was forced. He had been watching her for some time now. His lack of contact with his family other than a select few had left him without much regret. This would be worth it. There was some way he could end this obsession somehow. Hades watched now, and he waited for her to walk by. She would be here soon, he believed so at least. <br/>
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The night was darkest tonight without a moon and clouds shielding all of the stars. If one listened closely, they would hear the warnings of the wind that someone was lurking about that would bring them harm and light thunder in the background miles away. Hades breathed in the sweet scent of getting his target tonight. Why would he bother with another female? She was unlike anyone he had ever come across. Hades had picked a right woman to carry his child. Now, he would have her again. Only when he would have her, he would not have to do to her before their first encounter. No, there would be much more, and Hades was dark enough to take her against her wills. She had no family to look for her as far as he knew. Her parents, there were no parents. She had no children. Hades thought she was perfect for the picking. He bent down in the shadows, out of sight in the rooftops. It was almost impossible to see him right now. The dead of night, no sounds around; who would expect that someone would just vanish from the streets? Hades waited, as he watched from around but the darkness would be hard to see which direction she would be coming from. Thus, he closed his eyes, and used another sense. Hearing. He could hear footsteps if they were to come by. Even the faintest ones. Hades would stay still, and listen, listen for his newest obsession to come by. Imagine that, after one night, he was obsessed with her. At the meeting, he did not pay her attention. But now, he was enthralled with her demeanor. Hades would just have to wait… However the wait would not be long now. <br/>
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Tonight was different, and the question remained, why did he care so much for one single person? Why must he decide to seek her out, hunt her down, like an animal? Hades had no reasons that were understandable by any vial purpose, but Hades just wanted her, he needed to have her in his life right now. Was it the child that was drawing him to her? Was it the scent that radiated off of her body that night when he made love to it? Was it that darkness that pulled her into him, or vise versa? So many questions pondered through the mind of the mad man. Hades just knew that he needed her and it was set in his mind that he would do just that. Hades would never stop. The texture of her hair stained his nerves in his hand as he recalled that night. Perhaps it was one of the only nights that he had had when it did not contain blood or the consuming of such. The actions alone perturbed him and amused him. How easily it was to do such a sin, and it was just haunting. Never would he have peace until he knew the answers to these questions. The world was tearing him apart now, as no matter what he did for the next month after that enchanting night, nothing would take it out of his mind. The touch of her flesh, her magnificent body, her eyes that were cold and murderous, the taste of her still remained… Hades was mad. And this time, even he did not know what or why that is. Hades would have his answers though, tonight. <br/>
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He would have everything he could question answered tonight. Lust was much different than this. This was much worse than lust. Lust could be satisfied in one night. This was ongoing, continuous. One time was not enough. Hades wanted so much more, and he could do all he could to keep getting this…this drug. Hades was addicted. The wind howled its vicious warning, and it has come. His eyes shot open, and a thin, cold smirk curled upon those white lips of his that could draw a woman to her knees to just get a small taste of what he had to offer. Hades somehow could smell the woman from this distance. He could hear her when she was not even in sight. He could see her in his mind as well as the attack. Hades did not move from his spot, and his muscles were locked, tensed from the crouched position. The thunder hung in the air, letting all of the small town know of its coming. Hades flexed his fingers, and not a sound was made as the blood flowed through his hand again. Tonight was the night, the night that he would get his prey, that fine target she was. He would have her, and nothing could stop him.<e></e></COLOR></r>

 

[Anastasia Katsaros]

Where Hades had been battling a strange obsession; Anastasia had been fighting a whole different type of battle. She had no idea what was wreaking so much havoc on her body but for the past month or so Anastasia had been fighting the battle against illness. It was starting to wear her a bit thin and she had most definitely not been on top of her game lately. Hades was most certainly the last thing on her mind as she tried to figure out this mystery ailment that would become glaringly obvious on it's own soon enough, yet never crossed her mind even for a moment. Surely any child she had within her would be killed by the strain her lifestyle put on it before it could even make it's presence known to it's mother. It had happened a few times before but it left Anastasia no regrets. She hated children and to have one of her own was the last thing she ever wanted out of life. Laying on the couch in her small flat above her shop Anastasia let out a growl as she felt her stomach about to empty itself once more. "Mother Fu-" was all she managed to get out before making a beeline to the small bathroom in her apartment. The slamming of the door behind her made the immediate area around her as she exited the room after using a liberal amount of mouthwash to cast away the horrid taste in her mouth. On bare feet she traversed across the length of the apartment, maybe some fresh air would do her well.

Wrapping her slender fingers around the doorknob to the front door of her apartment Anastasia paused, taking a small moment to look over herself. Sure this would do for when she was alone or on those rare occasions her remaining siblings would come and visit for a little while on the few occasions they were all free, but no matter how sick she was she was still going to make herself presentable; despite the fact that at this hour, the chances of her actually running into anybody were impossibly slim. Hand off of the small silver doorknob once more Anastasia quickly went into her bedroom; a room that had seen many... many different faces. A dangerous move considering the fact that she lived above a shop packed to the brim with some of the most dangerous products known to man, granted she had several charms to keep those that need not be there far away from it. Even in this illness when she was well enough to go out she had brought a couple men back here for a night of fun, though even she would admit something about it wasn't as electrifying as that one night she had spent with Hades Lutrov. The thought of that night still sent shivers down her spine when she thought about it. It wasn't often she was with a presence more powerful than herself and there was something to it that entranced her. Of course it always helped when a person was as dark as she and of course, Hades certainly took dark to a new level. The fact that he seemed to be able to read her body like a map definitely didn't hurt.

But that night was long over and the chances of an encore performance were slim to none so Anastasia was more focused on getting that feeling back with other men, maybe this illness had dulled her senses? It was entirely possible after all, being sick did funny things to your body. Begrudgingly slipping out of one of the most comfortable pair of pajamas she owned she laid them out on the bed to change back into once she returned from her late night stroll, confident that tonight would not be one where she brought someone back to the apartment, though if she were to go to someone elses they would always be there for the next night, didn't really matter to her either way. She walked over to her spacious closet and flicked the articles of clothing by one by one, dismissing each as she did so. Finally settling on something cute and comfortable Anastasia quickly slipped the shirt on over her head, charming out any wrinkles before struggling a bit with the jeans. Yes it appeared similar to the garb muggles wore but Anastasia had made sure all of her clothing had never been in contact with the filth; it was one trend even higher up Death Eater females indulged in; besides, wearing robes all the time got extremely boring. Though on a night like tonight that would have taken much less thought. Oh well, her particularism when it came to clothing was a quirk about her that she just got used to.

Merlin knows there were definitely worse things she could be, a blood traitor being much worse than a slave to fashion. Doing a few last minute things she opened the door of her flat. Closing it behind her with a soft click as she made her way down the back set of stairs into her shop below; had anyone else tried that alarms would have went off nearly deafening her in the process. Making sure her shop was locked up securely Anastasia slipped her wand back in it's concealed holder and took to the streets. Summer was in full swing now and Anastasia took in a deep breath of the balmy New Zealand air as the slight wind played with her hair, blowing the scent of cinnamon and strawberries out into air as it did so. She was bathed in the light of the street lamps high above; their rays bouncing off of her olive skin, giving her an almost ethereal glow; bouncing off of the emerald necklace though not nearly as much as it used to. It would seem any 'fate' or whatever trying to out her as a killer was fading away. After an hour or so of prowling Anastasia was nearing the place she had ran across the alluring man that was Hades Lutrov, the still broken streetlamp was proof of that. Off in the distance she heard a loud crack of thunder boom overhead and it seemed a storm would soon grace this town with it's onslaught of lightening as the heavens cried out from the onyx sky dotted with the purest white known to man. Feeling significantly better she stopped in what was easily the best place for Hades to snatch her up like a hungry vulture. Instead of apparating away she decided to walk back home. The nearest route it would only be thirty or so minutes and in her opinion the night was still young. She turned around and began a what would soon reveal to be fruitless attempt to get home.

 

[Hades Styx]

Footsteps were heard, and the eyes of the Death Eater jerked open. The thunder clashed, giving warnings to many, but the warning that Hades himself interpreted was that Anastasia better run before it is too late for her and her freedom tonight would be lost to the crow. The very same place that they were tonight was the same place that they had met for the first time, and even then, Hades was on top of the same roof. It was as if fate was teasing him tonight; hanging her out like a worm on a hook. Was Hades really going to take her, because he was obsessed? Then again, when was it that he never did something that he regretted? Hades had kidnapped Hollace before in the past, twice. One time was for the look on her brother’s face, the other was because it was needed. It was apparent that those two would have never lasted anyway. Would they, Hades and Anastasia last? From that one night, the night that they made love, it was too good to be true. It was enduring. He needed more, and it wasn’t just the sex he wanted. It was the fact that she could entice him so much with her body, and her actions, it drew Hades in like nothing else. Hades would have to do himself this one thing, to see why it was her. Why this older woman by a few years would dare to leave such an impression upon his soul, his being. Hades inhaled as he listened to her footsteps. Incredulously, he could remember them so easily.

Standing up, his muscles itching for some action, Hades was yet in the light, in sight. He slowly made his way to the edge of the roof, his trenchcoat catching the wind of the evening. The night was young, and it beckoned him to take Anastasia ‘home’. Hades’ eyes went to the source of the sound, and he saw the female Death Eater walking down the sidewalk. Her stomach, he would have to be cautious with his actions. He wanted his spawn to live. Perhaps the chemical that he would have used if he knew what it was would kill the child. Then it was evident that he would have to use a pressure point in her neck to knock her out, and he would have to make sure that she would not fall to the ground. It was sweet that he would know right where it is as he had explored her body from the previous meeting. Hades was thankful that she had walked on the same side as the building he was stalking her upon as he stared down at her, simply walking. Though, once she stopped and started to turn around to head back to her home or from where she had came, Hades needed to make his move, fast. Hades stepped off from the side of the roof. It was a short drop, and Hades had experience with landing and such. He was rather athlete, after all with leaping from building rooftop to rooftop; the perfect spying and stalking tools if one knew how to use them.

His landing was precise, right behind his prey. The sound echoed, but Hades would not give her time to turn around. His movements were practiced, perfected. His right arm went around her torso, careful with her as he pulled the young woman to him, and with his left hand, Hades applied pressure to the point that would cause her to black out for a few minutes. The moment she went limp in his arms, Hades used his left hand to lift her legs into his arms, and care her bridal style. Hades glanced down at her eyes, closed, and she looked as those she were sleeping. What he needed to do was work fast. Hades glanced from side to side, nothing. The lightning flashed as he smirked once more, and the madman apparated them both off. Arriving in a remote location in Russia, in a completely new house that was large, and mostly underground, Hades had arrived in his bedroom, dark and lit by very few black candles. Hades lay Anastasia down in the bed, and brushed her brown hair from her features. Her head was comforted by pillows, and Hades stood up straight. He went to his nightstand, and he pulled out two boxes.

Both were wedding bands, and he slipped one on his finger, one where it took the place of the one Hollace had gotten him, long gone from now. The other, he slipped it upon her finger, and he said with a devilish grin, “I now pronounce you, husband and wife.” Though this was not a real ceremony, as he was just seeing what it would feel like to force someone into marriage like he had been once before. Hades kissed her lips, to make the faux marriage “official”. He was truly mad. Hades glanced at the band upon his left hand, and he admired it. Well, it felt rather stimulating, however, he had to remember, this was not official. It was all a game. This was not all. Hades took the wand from her case, and set it aside, where it was out of sight, and he also used metal chains to hold her hands apart, and to the bed itself. He had a metal headboard, so he did not make the same mistake as Hollace had. He would remove them, once she were to wake up, and calm down. Hades was barely seen from the darkness of the bedroom, and it was the candlelight that traced his figure. Hades heard a small sign of life, he whispered, "Careful now, my dear, you would not want to harm the child inside you."

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[Anastasia Katsaros]

As Anastasia began her trail back to her apartment another clap of thunder tore the sky apart and a small shiver went down her spine. Why was she so jump all of a sudden? As a general rule it took a great amount to scare her. Surely something as small as a silly little thunderstorm didn’t have her worried about her safety on that night. Though the scene was getting quite dark, the stuff of nightmares to most. She was relatively at ease as she made her way back from where she came; feeling significantly better than the vomiting mess she had been a mere few hours before hand. It really was amazing what a bit of exercise and some fresh air could do for a person sometimes. Merlin, you sound some blathering muggle. she thought to herself with an almost silent chuckle as she padded down the sidewalk, the cream flats she wore being nearly noiseless compared to the heels she usually donned and their signature ‘click click click’ing slicing through the nighttime calm. But despite nothing but the thunder as a warning to her ultimate fate for the night and her mood being lifted for the first time in a long while; something very small in the very deepest corner of her mind told her something was wrong, that she should apparate away before something went wrong. But did she listen to it? Of course she didn’t, a long history of victory had lulled her into a small sense of false security, just enough for her fall to captivity on that December night.

Yes, as time went on Anastasia had let herself become a bit too comfortable with these night time outings. She had ran into trouble before and always came out on top. Why wouldn’t she? This is a mostly muggle area after all, and there wasn’t a muggle on the face of the Earth that stood a chance against her and her wandwork, hell she was so quick even most Wizards didn’t see her attack coming. She knew there were several more crafty and powerful out there than her of course, she was only Twenty-Seven. And yet it seemed to slip her mind on that night particular that any of them could be lurking around a corner. Anastasia wasn’t stupid, no she was far from stupid. Just a bit… too confident. Everyone was guilty of it to some extent at one point or another, Anastasia just picked the worst time to have this false security. This became abundantly clear when within what could have only been seconds she heard a soft thud behind her, the sound of someone jumping down from a rather tall height. She had not the time to even turn around before she felt an arm wrap around her torso, though oddly tender for someone trying to attack her. She saw the hand, ghostly white… only one man had skin that pale. Hades. But despite it being someone she knew, her elbow was soon enroute to his manhood but before it could reach it’s mark everything was black. Anastasia was out like a light.

Though Anastasia was no longer conscious, some part of her felt everything that was happening to her, yet she could do nothing about it and by the time she would be in the waking world once more she would have no idea what had happened to her beyond the memory of the ghostly white hand swathed in black wrapping itself around her and the wall of Hades to which she had been pulled into. But for now every small motion was being observed and shoved into the deepest recesses of her mind that Anastasia could not consciously reach. As he scooped her up bridal style, laid and chained her to his bed. And the most haunting of all would be the sensation of a ring sliding down her finger, his lips on her own with no way she could possibly respond. Her mind was held captive as h went about the motions, though not legally binding them. It was enough to prove that he had most certainly gotten more out of that night mind wise than she. But all of these sensations and memories were fading as Anastasia swam closer to the light of conciousness. Before her eyes snapped open in a panic. Registering his words… Child inside her? What was he on about?

If there was a child inside of she sure as hell would want to harm it. Anastasia did not want children. Period. But something told her if she indeed was; Merlin forbid, pregnant and the spawn was the fruit of Hades than she would probably not have much choice in the matter unless fate stepped in as it had done in the past. She would never abort but she thanked some higher up when she lost them, something most women would probably never get about her… Well that amongst other things but she did not care. Any child of hers would have a life not fit to live seeing as she was gone nearly 24/7 and had nobody to care for it. Not to mention a child mucking about her shop would probably wind up decapitated within minutes. It was then that she felt the binds up against her hands and then realized that she truly was trapped. This was bad, very bad for her and she now cursed her lack of upper arm strength. She decided in that moment to try to play it cool a bit for the time being. Nothing would get done by panicking; though at the moment she really wanted to. She tested the chains with one mighty pull of both arms and they were extremely solid. Damn… she thought, trying a few more times hoping to weaken them even a bit but no avail. Trying until she was out of breath without a word long after she knew there was no hope. “You know…” She started, her brown eyes piercing his in a murderous gaze that would only drive him further. “This would be kind of hot had I gotten here under different circumstances.” She told him; her breath ragged and wild eyed as a smirk played on her lips, hair mussed up. She looked feral.

 

[Hades Styx]

The way she looked seemed helpless and much as an animal. Well, they were animals technically, just raving mad creatures wondering from place to place without a true purpose in this world. The rumors about Hades’ madness were true, as he had taken someone else captive. This time, he took one of his own fellow members of a terrorizing cause; one of the Death Eaters. He would not keep her long though, not that it was in his plans. He did not make plans. He simply did what he did because it was planted into his head. Her gaze only made Hades smirk, as he crossed the room over to the bed. It was large enough to hold three or four people, not that he had more than three. And that was when he was sleeping alone, and his two children came in and piled on top of him because of a blizzard outside was scaring them. That was just it. He stood next to the bed, his gaze meeting hers though his own gaze lacked anything of sympathy, and all there was that rested in that onyx abyss was simply coldness. Hades took a seat beside her on the bed, but he did not touch her, and he did not make a move to undo her chains. She would need to calm down of course before she wound up killing the child. His eyes averted from her gaze, and went to the sanctuary of his new spawn. He would be damned to see that it would die. Not this one. He was going to be the most careful with this vessel. She was precious, holding the blood of the next Zhefarovich in the line. Not just the next Zhefarovich, but the next pure-blood child. Asparuh only had one great-grandchild that was pure. It was about time there would be another. Perhaps this would be a girl.

The ghostly white hand traced the firm yet flat of her stomach, and he remained silent for a bit. Her words were just fuel to his dark flame. Her wild look, but right now, his attention was focused on what was holding his young one. It was planned, and it was evident he had planned this the entire time. Perhaps he had. Take the vessel hostage and force her into labor when the time was right, take the child and leave the mother hanging on the side of the road somewhere, not healed or anything. It was what he was going to do with Hollace, well, not the taking hostage part. He already done that, why repeat it? Hades closed his eyes for a moment, and he smirked a bit, feeling the fact that she was slightly fearful. If she had panicked, it would have caused humor in this dark home of the lunatic. Hades had much more to offer than just a pure-blood child to Anastasia. With the type of person she was, he doubted she even wanted the child. However, she would have this baby. Hades would do anything to have this child be born. To him, it would be a prodigy, a child of such evil. Hades would cherish this child with his life, and he would raise it, with or without the mother. Hades would not kill Anastasia however. He had no need to kill her. Though that might be why he did not unchain her. She was a female Death Eater. He knew what they were capable of, if their hands were free. With or without a wand she was a dangerous foe.

He purred in response, “You have left quite the scar on my shoulder from your bite the previous night, I naturally assumed that being tied back would indeed be rather exhilarating for you. Tell me something, Anastasia..” Hades turned his gaze to her eyes, nothing showing through those onyx orbs, as his fingers went up her clothing, and to her shoulder. His skin made contact with hers, and it electrified his nerves, and he removed his hand from contact with her skin. Hades wondered if she had felt that. It was something he had never felt with anyone’s skin before. He vaguely wondered if it was a spell to excite the nerves during intercourse, but why would that be upon her right now? Was she expecting him? Hades continued, “Why is it that when I touch you, I feel rather electrified and stimulated. What is it that draws me to you, that causes me to never forget you since that one turbulent night?” Hades rose a single eyebrow, wondering if she had some sort of explanation for this. Normally, he would have brushed it off, but the fact that it had been the best he had ever had, and it did not contain blood… this got him thinking. What if it had contained blood? Would Hades have lost control to the point of killing her in the end? Or… Something more? It could go either way. This was one experiment he would have to perform while she was here with him. “Surely you do not put spells upon men to make them long for you after extended periods of time. I do not think you would do such an action.” Hades would have never done anything like that himself.

 

[Anastasia Katsaros]

Anastasia was still trying to process the entire weight of the situation she had found herself in. Never in her life did she believe she would be so defenseless, she had guarded against it her whole life actually. She always wanted to be in control of her life and to have it shaken up so drastically so quickly really threw her off. Having the rug pulled out from underneath her was an experience she hated almost a much as the filth of the earth they walked on. However she did not let this small fear show on her face, instead only a pure unadulterated anger poured out of every feature, raw. Though for a hostage she was relatively calm about her situation. She had held many a person hostage for various reasons and most of them kicked and screamed like two year olds in fear. Understandable panic but still annoying and she found herself shutting them up in ways she certainly wouldn’t want inflicted on herself. Though from what observations she could make through the haze of emotions boiling over inside of her mind, Hades seemed very reluctant, if not unwilling to hurt her. It was slowly sinking in on her that she was indeed pregnant, and with his child at that. Why else would he care about its wellbeing? Didn’t he realize such a situation as this was doing nothing but putting extreme stress on the fetus? Anastasia wouldn’t be surprised if she miscarried before the sun rose. Though if that were to happen she didn’t think she’d like to stick around for the aftermath. As Hades would probably fly off of the handle more than he already was and she didn’t want to risk grievous bodily harm to herself.

It was a shame that she could easily spread the pureblood line yet refused to do so out of selfishness, This is what she had been told by her two siblings. Sure neither of them had went to the extremes she had in the quest for pure blood supremacy but neither of the pair could ever be mistaken as a muggle lover, not even Hermes who held a muggle job. He loathed every second of it but it paid well and that made it worth it to him. But now was not a time to be thinking of her siblings, except that they would of course wonder where she was when the flow of contact suddenly stopped. Well… depending on how long he planned to keep her here, Anastasia could honestly say she didn’t know; then again couldn’t every person held captive in a hostage situation say that? Either way the gears in Anastasias mind were already turning, something that was unfortunately evident within the deep chocolate orbs, The ones Hades were slowly cutting into with his own Onyx as easily as a dagger slicing through flesh. It was actually a bit unnerving, his eyes were so utterly blank yet at the same time said so much, the complete and utter coldness contrasted to her own eyes, which were naturally expressive, something that often worked against her, an ultimate weakness she had only halfway control over.

But as he sat on the bed beside of her and traced his fingers across her stomach she broke the stare to focus on his alabaster white hand. At his words however she raised an eyebrow, she had scarred him? An odd sense of satisfaction filled her but she only looked at him for a moment before once again focusing on the movement of his fingers. Deciding to leave the other comment be, bondage was an area in which Anastasia hadn’t really explored. Her eyes followed the ghostly path his fingers made up her shirt, it was the oddest sensation when his impossibly cool fingers made contact with her overly heated skin. It was almost as if she had been shocked by him. She was as dumbfounded as he was as to just why exactly the sensation was so strong but was oddly comforted to know she was not the only one being physically electrified. But that one touch was enough to make her body crave the man beside of her, it almost seemed to remember and call out for him. What was going on with her? Either way there was no real answer to his question and Anastasia debated on whether or not she should stay silent. In a stray thought she couldn’t help but wonder what else Hades would do to her while she was here… and if she would perhaps… enjoy any of it? Odd thought for a hostage but of course as with any Death Eater Anastasia had a different idea on the word fun. “Well your guess would be as good as mine. I have no use for such spells, I seem to have to no trouble luring men in on my own.” She told him with a coy smirk, he was living proof of that.

 

[Hades Styx]

Hades stared down at her, his eyes never leaving her own. They were deep chocolate colored, and they were easily read. Something that he had much practice with hiding his own emotions from his eyes. They were mirrors to the soul, some would say. Yet if they stared into Hades’, they would have proved themselves wrong unless Hades had not a soul to be mirrored out of his onyx eyes. Somehow, he knew that so much stress on the female body would harm the fetus inside, and if she did not calm every pore in her body, then she would miscarry. Hades could act two ways: kill her for not listening to him or create another. Either way, he seemed to approve the latter over the first. Why waste such a being that could entice his lust and satisfy him in more ways than anyone else ever could? Hades would never waste such a valuable human being. This brought him to another experiment. Hades had this fetish for blood, and he may need to experiment with Anastasia’s. He knew that she was a pure-blood but that was not the case with this experiment. Though his experiment would have to wait to see if this was a spell that she had put on her body or if it were natural. He had to know this before continuing with the hostage act. The band around his left hand glistened in the light. This was something else he would have to inform her about.

So much she needed to know, and so much time to share it in. He could keep her in here forever and perhaps no one would notice. However, he would have to get his two children soon enough, as well as those twins that Hollace was unfortunate to have provided for him. Her words were confirmed that this was not a spell, and that she had lured in men to her, well had no trouble luring them in. Yet, here he was, entranced by such a woman. The touch, the scent, the taste, everything was just too delicious to ignore. Hades murmured, “You will have to remain calm or else the child will not survive. I have two options in mind, but I am sure you do not wish to know them. I do have some herbal tea that will relax you if that would assist, but if not…” Hades faded off, not feeling the need to express that any further than he should. He figured that she would understand, she was one of the same dark people as he; just not nearly as crazy and messed up in the head. Hades slowly lifted himself up off of the bed, and he cooed aloud, “I’ve heard of electric currents upon the touch. It has happened on a blue moon in the family. It is normally a sign of someone’s soul mate. I however have reasons to believe otherwise. To have a soul mate, one would or should have the ability to love, which I have come to believe I do not.”

Hades went to the other side of the room, not really caring that he was speaking in riddles just then, but his hand went to a table where a black book rested. He opened the drawer, and inside was a shining new dagger. “There is just another experiment I must do before I decide whether or not I should release you from your bonds, that is, unless I change my mind,” the cold voice echoed around the empty room. The dagger rested in his hand, and with the other, he closed it. He was glad that he had tucked her wand away and in a compartment in the other small table so that she decided to go hostile upon him. He approached the bed, and he did not sit down. Though the dagger was now pointed at her. Hades flipped it around, and slowly, he created the tiniest of cuts. A drop of blood was all he needed. Hades flourished his wand, and he healed the cut. He had the drop of blood on the dagger. He turned his back on her, and went to the side of the room where the table that he had gotten the dagger from in the first place rested. He put the drop of blood onto his finger, and he slid the liquid into his mouth. The experiment was perfect. The blood drove his senses wild. He closed his eyes and savored the taste. With his hand still clinching the dagger, he forced the dagger into the black blank journal of his. It stuck straight up and it wiggled slightly.

The man turned around and faced the woman. He wiped his hands on his trenchcoat, and he approached the bed once more. Hades whispered, “Even your blood calls your name out to me. Why is that I can barely resist you?” These questions were probably not answerable by herself. He sat down on the bed once more, and he stared at her in a cold gaze that read nothing. Yet, he was fascinated with his discovery. He had a weakness, this woman could use her body against him. He might have to put an end to this himself, one day if she should try to use this weakness against him. Hades touched her left hand with his right, more specifically, the ring. Hades smirked slightly, “Oh, by the way, I have made a mock marriage, so I must know your thoughts of this. I just wanted to know what it was like to force someone into marriage, as someone had done with me in the past. Though that one was real, this is not. Alas, we fell apart. She could never live in the darkness that I have. She could have been a great woman, but I fear it was her own fear that kept her from crossing the line. She is destroyed enough, she is on a path to her own self destruction now.” Hades took his hand from her own, the currents running ramped in his blood. Just being around her was temping enough. Why must she have this affect upon him? It was almost aggravating to not relish in her now. He wished it so, but he would not. He could never take a woman not willing.

 

[Anastasia Katsaros]

Anastasia cursed her own lack of ability to shut off the emotions her eyes showed when she felt Hades probing into her through them. She could easily say that it was in this moment that the Twenty-Seven year old Death Eater lying shackled in chains to a metal bed had never felt more exposed in her lifetime. It would seem the eyes truly were the window to the soul and Hades seemed to hide his very well… or he just didn’t have one. With the Death Eaters to be honest either was entirely possible, with every kill a person made their soul was shredded and by the time you got in so deep it would be entirely possible that you had damaged it beyond repair or use. But this wasn’t what was running through Anastasias mind, all she could really think about was how she desperately wanted out of this restriction, so at the very least if nothing else she could turn away from her captor and get her wits about her once more. His gaze held a power that could leave almost anyone powerless, or maybe it was just a weakness of hers. Either way she was steadily growing to hate it with a passion. If she was here for very long she would have to seriously learn to lock herself off to the world. A slightly startling thought crossed her mind at that moment, was Hades a Legimens? If so then this situation just got about ten times harder for the pregnant woman.

Anastasia kept her gaze downward for a little while, for a short while Hades seemed content to just sit in the silence, a waterfall of rich chocolate curls hung over the sides of her face as she did so, putting a paper thin wall in between herself and Hades. It was all she could do to keep from tensing up in pain as she felt a sharp pain slash across her stomach as though she had just been stabbed. It was a now familiar feeling to the young woman. She knew in that moment it was very possible she was about to miscarry. Taking a few deep breaths in and out to tide away the aftermath of that pain she closed her eyes and tilted her head back against the headboard. “That tea may be a good idea right about now.” She told him in a clipped tone, her eyes stony and harsh as she looked at him. She felt that there was no more explanation needed if he could read people as easily as he seemed to be able. Sure she may not want this kid but this would be the worst time for her to lose this parasite and she knew it even if it were bound to happen anyways. She hated the thought of being like this for nine months, even worse having to actually raise a child after. She was incredibly selfish, not mothering material in the slightest! She kept her eyes locked on her captor as he moved from the bed, blathering on about soulmates or some nonsense. Though thankfully he didn’t seem to be implying that they were.

She probably just had some shock built up from the struggles against the change, though that really didn’t make too much sense if she had decided to really think about it, which she did not. She was far too focused on the crazed mans next move. He wasn’t getting out of her sight for a second as long as he was in this room. Anastasia listened to his words but chose not to give a response as she was far too curious as to what this little… experiment was. All she knew was that she saw a dagger in his hand and paired with him in general it was a glorious thing… that is until you were on the other end of it. One thing Anastasia was a bit confused about though… if he wanted to protect his child why on Earth was he pointing a knife at her? In no way, shape, or form was a knife good for a child. Maybe he too realized she would probably miscarry and had decided to just kill her and move on with his life? If so she supposed she was ready, a bit disspoointed that she didn’t get more towards her goals out of what short life she had but she was far too prideful to do anything like beg for mercy. It was a weakness and Anastasia would rather be a cold, lifeless cadaver in a muggle funeral home before she would be seen as weak. But she was oddly surprised when he just got a drop of blood and walked away. Was he unsure of her purity?

She watched him move his finger up to his face and something in her mind seemed to click. Was he really doing what she thought he was? Anastasia had seen a lot of things but this was one of the most unsettling. Until he placed his hand on her own, motioning to a ring that was most certainly not her own. She just stared at the ring, listening as Hades went on about what he had done and why, growing just short of horrified. She wasn’t particularly looking for someone to be wed to either. She felt the floodgates of relief open when she heard that it was at least not real. But she was now a bit astounded by the man in front of her. The man was a murder machine and a ruddy genius. But Anastasia was now also convinced that he was completely, and utterly batsh!t insane. But aside from this she couldn’t help but be a bit curious about the woman Hades had all but destroyed, someone who seemed to be even madder than the pair on the spacious metal bed combined. “Well… I don’t really know what I can say about it. It’s not something I would do because anyone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with must have enough of my respect to have free will. And my moral point me doesn’t exactly point north.” She said with a small shrug, she wasn’t too fussed about it as long as he didn’t attempt to force her into an actual marriage she really didn’t care one way or another what he did.

Well, that was a lie. At the moment she cared very much what he did to her, though not in the way of hurting her. The longer they had skin connected the faster her blood seemed to flow through her veins, she could feel her heart thumping in her chest and she was having this reaction to his touch at the worst possible time. Though like a hormone ridden teenager a hunger leaked into her every pore, wishing to be fed and satisfied in a way it seemed only this man could do to her. Despite all of the stress of the current situation and being shackled in chains. Her body called out to him and she cursed her own inability to control her emotions in that moment, well… not emotions but urges. She bit the inside of her lip in frustration Focus on getting out of these chains first, anything else just has to wait. she hissed at herself mentally. This wasn’t the time nor the place to be letting her desires rule out over common sense. Then again she was already pregnant apparently, what else was there really to worry about at this point? Except for the fact that he was holding her hostage [Though to be honest even she would admit that the bondage factor was turning her on a bit.] and the fact that he seemed to have some odd fetish for blood of course.

 

[Hades Styx]

Hades watched her, her eyes practically mirrors to her emotions. He did not have the power of legilimency, thinking that people were quite easy to read at any cost. His grandfather had the power though, and it barely took eye contact for Asparuh to know exactly what Hades was thinking. It was quite frustrating at times, but Hades knew how it felt to be in Anastasia’s place right now. He continued to observe her, and when she hid her face with her curls, that caused him to narrow his eyes. She leaned her head against the headboard, and immediately, his hand caressed her lower stomach. His touch alone could quiet the child within. Her words and plea for the tea fascinated him in some form. Perhaps she did care in a way, or maybe she was afraid of what he would do if she did miscarry. Hades would not kill her, even if he wanted to. She was fascinating to him. Hades nodded and he whispered, “Just lay still, and breathe evenly.” Hades would have to prepare it himself. Though for someone who was holding a girl hostage pretty much, he did not treat them like dirt. Instead, he treated them just queens. Hades did this because in some art, he praised women for being like they were. They were like Goddesses, capable of producing children that could end up as prodigies. This is why he was treating Anastasia with care. He somehow knew that she could produce worthy children to him, and to his family. She was perfect for a vessel. But she was much more than just that in Hades’ eyes.

Hades rose from the bed, and he exited the room with his slow and silent footsteps. This house was not like his own, and because he did not stay here that long at all, he did not know his way around the place just yet. The house was large, and as Hades went down the stairs and into the kitchen, he started to wonder if he would have to undo her chains to allow her to have the tea. That would be inevitable. He did not have straws nor was he a master of serving people tea and all. Hell, he barely could feed a baby with a bottle, but that he would have to learn when time comes. Hades reached up into the cabinets and found a teapot and he filled it with water. He set it on the stove, turned it on and went to another cabinet. Hades had a variety of flavored tea, but what he was looking for was white tea. His fingers wrapped around the box, and he retrieved it from the shelf. This would assist and the way he prepared it, it would calm her nerves as well as help the child inside. Hades made his own tea, adding in flavors that could sweeten it so that people would love it. Much rather, that his children would love. The water was starting to boil, and he set the pot down to cool for just a moment. Taking a teabag of the white tea, he set it in the pot after lifting the lid. This was crucial. He needed to time it to make sure that it did not mess up. Three minutes had passed, and he took the bag out of the pot.

After this was finished, he summoned a cup from the cabinet, having forgotten where he had put them. He caught the glass in his hand, and he poured the white tea into the glass. Hades did not feel thirsty at all, thus he discarded the rest of it to the side. Hades carried the hot glass upstairs, and he entered the bedroom once more. Hades set the glass on the table, and he murmured, “I will have to unchain you, for this. Your wand is tucked away safely, but alas, try anything, and you will perish. The blizzard outside will kill you in moments, and there is no apparating out either.” He did not have floo powder to floo, besides, his fireplaces were not connected to the floo network. He had thought of almost everything to prevent escape. If she tried anything physical, he would simply knock her out again, or stun her. Whichever it took. Hades was almost a genius at the human body, especially after he had already explored it. Hades flourished his wand, and he tapped the chains holding her hands in place, and they released Anastasia from their firm hold. Hades put his wand inside of his trenchcoat, and he took the tea into his hand, and he handed it to Anastasia. “This should relax you.” Hades did not sit down just yet. Instead, he walked across the room and to the window for a moment. He glanced outside at the raging blizzard. One thing he loved about this place, there was no escape when he brought someone inside.

His eyes wondered across the room to Anastasia once more. He added, “The tea is not poisoned either. There is no need to be killing you.” Hades walked back over to the bed, and he took his seat somewhat close to her. He was fully prepared if she were to lash out, but he doubted that she would catch him off guard. Even so, him sitting next to her was torture all in itself. How in the world could he remain still and not attack her lustfully? It seemed like an impossible task, but Hades was bound to know that he would do what he could to keep calm and not allow this to become such a weakness even though it seemed like it was already working against him. Hades smirked upon her answer about the marriage, or faux marriage rather. He replied, his voice soft yet still just as eerie as before, “Oh, I could easily make this official. I am a dark priest, however the type of marriages I hold are nothing less than disturbing at best. However, if I were to marry again, I would want to have someone willing, and not have it forced upon me as it was in the past, and it would have to follow the basic rules of the way I marry. This place does not count as a cemetery.” Hades realized then that he was a merciful person at times. Hollace had given him a choice to get out of it a long time ago, but now, he would not even force someone into such a commitment, and take that choice away. What would be stopping them from leaving in the first place?

Hades closed his eyes for a moment, and he chuckled, “Imagine if I were insane enough to do so. It would be a contradictory to my own morals; amazingly, I do have some of those.” Hades for some reason wished to not lure Anastasia into an actual marriage with him, not by force. However, her purpose for him right now was nothing more than a vessel. His questions were answered, so was he going to let her go? Hades debated upon this in his mind. He would have to think of this another time. Hades informed, “Anastasia, that night when we met, and we apparated away from the rooftops, I had every intention of making you spawn a child. However, my plans have not changed. You see, I planned on taking the child from you, whether or not you fought against it. I found you to be a worthy vessel, but after that night, and the electricity or whatever I felt, I wondered what that was and all. I had planned on leaving you alone until you went into labor…” Hades’ lips started to curl into a cold smirk. He was truly bizarre in his own way. This was not what was planned before. If he had not had that electricity flow through him when he touched her, then she would have been a free woman, and not have had to been chained up. However, things have done a full half circle and changed.

Hades was obsessed with Anastasia and her ability to easily seduce him and the feeling that course through his blood when they touched. Hades could not let this go to waste at all. He had to make the best of it, until the feeling ran dry, and then that would be the end of them. However, this was merely the beginning. Hades continued, “But things have changed. I don’t think I can let you leave.” Hades’ desires had run ramped and now he was parched. Hades could no longer remain calm and cold as before, even though his eyes said nothing. His white hand touched her sides, and he felt the warmth of her body beneath his hand. The touch was divine, such a meal he had caught tonight. Now that he was aware of what she did to him and that it was her and not some spell, he wanted what she could do. He was calling out to her, and he would need her as well. Hades could not restrain himself. The weakness had given in, and instead of just touching, he kissed her with a passion that would make the gods and goddesses jealous. He did not allow his hands to explore familiar ground. He still had to be careful now that she was no longer bounded, but that could easily change with a snap of his fingers. With that in mind, he did that very thing, and the chains started to move as if they were alive, and went in to bind her once more. Hades could only hope that this kiss would distract her from the chains.

 

[Anastasia Katsaros]

Even if the headboard had been made out of mere wood Anastasia highly doubted she would have been able to force her way through it. She was as quick as a whip and a beat with a wand. Getting someone incapacitated so they couldn’t use strength against her was what she did and in even hand to hand combat she almost always lost. Needless to say against the cold unrelenting power of steel her muscles were rendered absolutely useless in any attempt she would make to escape. But she gave it one last weak try, hoping that maybe the pain in her arms would detract from the pain in her stomach, though in retrospect the woman would find that that really made no sense. It would seem ones mind really did get scrambled beyond all belief when put under stress. A phenomenon Anastasia would later find amazing, she had always been able to cope with stress well. One had to attending Durmstrang academy for magic and facing a constant onslaught of attack from most of her family over her beliefs for a good ten years. Maybe it was the hormones from the apparent pregnancy that were causing her to feel so erratic despite her semi calm façade. Anastasia continued down her path of thought, her surroundings slowly becoming fuzzy to her until she felt a hand on her stomach, a spark of electric so sharp one could almost hear it and then an odd sense of calm washed over her body. Alleviating the pain that was starting to make clear that it wasn’t going anywhere, making it radiate throughout her body for one second as if his touch were literally forcefully expelling it from her body, She was honestly surprised all of this sensation didn’t carry to the chains, though this was once again an improbable thought.

Anastasia did notice though that for a man holding someone against their will Hades was being unnaturally kind to her. Even more than she would expect of him trying to protect his child which she was still trying to wrap her head around aside from all of this. She listened to his voice, still chilling to the bone and gave a small nod to him, not wasting any time to speak as she began to breathe slowly, deep and steady. A small sense of calm rippled through out her body like someone tossing a small stone into a glassy calm body of water. As he got up from the bed Anastasia watched him go, once he was out of the womans sight the wheels in her mind began to turn. Would he unchain her so she could drink or would he attempt to help her drink it just so she was still defenseless. Honestly it could go either way and she dismissed that thought for now, her eyes scanning every inch of the room in investigation. She saw outside that there was a raging blizzard so no matter what she did she would have to obtain her wand if she were to escape. Plus getting by Hades would definitely be no easy task. If only she were more skilled with wandless magic! Then she could undo these chains, get her wand, cast one hell of a warming charm and book it out of here. But she knew that the probability of such a thing actually succeeding were slim so she calmed herself for the time being. Closing off her mind to everything but making this work for the time being, getting a lay of the land so to speak.

Though she doubted it would come down to that she knew ways to kill. But most of them required a level of strength that the unfortunately did not hold. But despite the situation she was in right now Hades was had too much potential as a killer to be disposed of so rashly, not to mention the moment he fell she would have the entire Zhefarovich family hunting her down like a dog, which was something she would most definitely prefer to avoid. Because that was one of the largest, most influential families on the face of this Earth at the moment and anyone who didn’t have a healthy dose of fear of the darker ones even as a Death Eater was a complete and utter fool. But she managed to have one shining moment of control over what her eyes told anyone. The chocolate orbs were almost completely blank, only showing a bit of anticipation at hopefully being unchained for a while as she noticed the large shadow of Hades approaching the room, barely visible in the rooms almost complete darkness. It was only now that she took a moment to truly appreciate the atmosphere he had created. It was exactly what she would imagine from somebody like him. Definitely different than her own relatively average looking room. She had an affair with the darkness yes, but this was almost impossible to tell by her apartment or a great deal of her clothing. Definitely not as sketchy as the trenchcoat Hades seemed fond of. Yet something in her demeanor gave it away to those observant enough.

Anastasia had let her thoughts calm themselves to a dull hum as her chocolate orbs gazed at the flickering flame of one of the few black candles room, the base looking invisible leaving the room in a sense of an older time. A time when witches and wizards could roam freely and do whatever they pleased without hiding from the muggles. This was a time Anastasia wished she could experience if even for only a day. Then again, she wasn’t around muggles enough to exactly have to worry about hiding her own ability. But she loathed the fact that such a mighty wizarding kind had allowed themselves to be bullied into hiding and submission by those dogs! They were a minority when they should be the vast majority. Though this of course would have required breeding with those creatures which would not have been very good either, Anastasia did not understand how they were so heavily outnumbered by the muggles if it was the magic gene that was dominant. In a way she got it and praised that so many would not be reduced to settling with muggles but it was still a saddening thought. It was because she had spiraled off onto this path of thought that Hades shadow had been disregarded until he was speaking to her once again. Though thankfully all earlier thoughts of escape and murder were still absent from her features.

Her gaze was broken from the bouncing flame of the candle into her captors face, ghostly white and almost glowing against such a dark backdrop of night. His chilling voice blew into her ears like the wind as he told her about how impossible it would be to escape from this prison. Almost as if he could read her mind, furthering her thought that he may indeed be a legimens. Of course it was also common sense that someone who was held hostage would consider escape. But as much as she hated to admit it every word coming out of Hades’ mouth was completely right despite how much Anastasia wished it were falsehoods. It wasn’t that he was treating her badly here, they had both already established the fact that he wasn’t here to hurt her at all. But Anastasia still liked having open options and in this case any she could have were stolen from her. She looked back to the blzzard outside and cursed it, but that brought her to another thought. Where were they even anyways? The roaring mass of wind and snow outside told her they definitely weren’t in New Zealand anymore. They were in the Northern Hemisphere and from the looks of it they were in the extreme north. Russia, maybe? Anastasia went to ask but at the last second decided against it, what reason would he have to tell her?

Anastasia let out an audible sigh of relief when she felt the bonds set her loose. She immediately brought her hands near her and shook them a bit, trying to get a sufficient blood flow back to her hands and wrists after being constricted for who only knew how long she had been knocked out. When she trusted herself to have the ability to actually hold something again without her hands shaking she took the cup of tea he handed to her. Using her feet to scoot herself up some to where she was sitting up straight. She took a long draw of the tea after having heard his reassurances about it not being poisoned. Sure he had said he had no need to kill her but her suspicions were naturally going to be high. It was scalding hot running down her throat but she did not care. The effect it had was almost instantaneous on every pore in her body. Taking another drink she swallowed it and let out an involuntary purr of satisfaction, the sound rumbling from deep within her throat as she let her eyes slip closed for a moment. She didn’t know what he put in this but whatever it was she would definitely have to find some. Odd because she normally had no taste for tea, preferring a strong coffee, some sort of alcohol or the two mixed together. Three things she would have to stay away from for the next eight or so months, probably the hardest part for the caffeine addict.

She listened as he spoke about how he could easily make this mock marriage official. Something about a dark priest and a cemetery. This made her kind of curious as to what went on at wedding ceremonies he officiated, or at least that was what she was assuming by him saying he was a dark priest. What else could it be? Before she could stop herself she blurted out ”Am I really that easy to read?” it seemed every thought she had he answered it at some point in time. Her eyes went from his to the small silver band on her finger, so foreign and cold on her skin. Though she was more relieved that he had no plans to attempt to officially bind them. If she ever were to actually get married she would like to have a say in the matter thank you very much. She did however decide to ignore his next words, not really having anything to say to them. Everyone really had morals even if they were very… very few. She was stony silent as he went on to explains how he had purposely impregnated her, something she had figured out long before that point. When he mentioned taking the child it was almost a little too familiar sounding to her. Like he had done this before… but nothing good would come from trying to pry into the life of a mad man. She would have been relieved at him taking the child and she would let him know it if he had ever decided to ask. “I can assure you, there would have been no fight.” She told him softly in Greek; her mother tongue, a cold edge in her voice.

But he had decided to hold her hostage for whatever odd attraction the two of them held. Damn that electricity! Now she was stuck here for lord only knows how long, she couldn’t be gone forever. Not with a business to run and two prying siblings. But his next words seemed to seal her fate as the man had no intention of letting her go any time soon. She only wondered how long she would be cut off from the world like this with only her captor as company. Isolation was well more than enough to drive a person mad. Even the biggest of loners needed some human contact to function and Hades didn’t seem like a homebody in the slightest. But all of these thoughts were erased as his cold hand made it’s way up her side, his intentions quite clear. She could almost see something give way inside of him as his lips crashed into hers with a passion she had never felt before. Tension had been unconsciously building for weeks and even more so in the past hour or so and in that moment she saw stars, fireworks exploding within her mind as the passion was ramped up and the intensity was almost too much too soon. She heard not the chains rattle as they made their way towards her hands but with one seemingly impossible moment of strength she flipped the pair over to the other side of the bed out of the chains reach. While her slight frame was far from pinning him down she felt she had more freedom to explore from this angle. Her fingers were quick and nimble working with all of the buttons on his coat. Once it was open she ran one hand under his clothing, the currents running through her blood along with the passion of the moment electrified her, her lips separating from his own to make fast work on his neck, biting almost hard enough to bring blood. She had never felt more alive.

 

[Hades Styx]

Though as the thought of the past, the fact that they had both went to school together never crossed his mind. Hades was a prefect, but at his sixth and seventh year, he became so secluded, it was unbelievable. At the age of sixteen, Hades had searched out his mother and slaughtered her. Though not long after that, he had murdered his adopted parents. How the school did not discover his first murders were simple, no one could put a tracer on a dagger, which was how he killed his mother and threw her off of a cliff to let her body rot in the ocean. As for his parents, he used his knowledge of the human body to allow them to cause their own fall. Neither should have lied to him all of his life at the time, and neither should have ventured from the Dark Arts. The house were their remained lay was now in ruins, and Hades ensured that their remains were too damaged to be recognized. Hades almost natural at this killing business, and would love nothing more than to just kill again. It gave him a high that only one other thing in this world could do. Anastasia’s body that could satisfy his thirst was the only other high he could have that was even remotely equivalent to killing. Clearly something that Hades must have, or else he could go even more insane than he already was. That is, if that were possible. There were just a few things that could be impossible, and one of those is making Hades’ even worse, or making him sane again. True, Vritra had a gift to calm him down when she looked at him, but even so, that would only work for so long. Vritra was someone special to him, and never would he give her away anytime soon. However, with her own schooling happening at the manor, along with Hades II being taught, there was no reason for the father to bring them here. They could distract him from his keeping Anastasia in his home, for however long he desired.

He watched as she drunk the tea, and with a smirk coming across his face, he simply knew that she would be relaxed now. The tea had done its course, something that he would soon feel. Though Hades simply wondered if he would be keeping her here for the next eight months until she gave birth, or allow her to leave and go back to whatever else she did for money, take the child and leave her be. But something in Hades’ mind said that he just could not allow that. He could not simply let her go forever. The obsession was stuck in his mind, and once it was in there, there was nothing he could do to free himself from the obsession until it had run its course. Would it ever be finished? Hades wondered this, and the passion from what he was currently doing had somehow taken over. The kiss was nothing to what Anastasia had done. Even to his surprise, she had enough strength to roll them over, so that she were upon him. He had not said anything about the easy to read part, because he figured that she knew the answer. Humans were so easy to read unless they were trained like he was. He could cause someone to be stunned just by hitting some nerves in any body part. However, it was harder to someone who was overly large such as Valcan Drage. That man would be difficult for Hades to take down without some time to study the anatomy of the large man. Though someone that was about his size, and height, it was much easier. Unless he were battling against another Zhefarovich who would know right what Hades was doing, then he would have a bit of trouble.

The chains that Hades had charmed fell lifeless has the master had no more charm for them. That was now forgotten as Hades now had his attention upon Anastasia. The atmosphere in the room dared to not even change as Hades and Anastasia were exploring still familiar territory. Was he a fool to have worn his trenchcoat when he was not aware of this event possibly occurring? What was it with the women that he brought into this house with chains and shackles when he ended up sleeping with them anyway? He should have suspected this, but this was much more than even he bargained for. She had not pinned him down, this time. He allowed this, thankfully. He felt he was no longer in control, as Anastasia worked on his jacket. He rid himself of the burden of the coat, and it was thrown into the floor. It clunked as it hit the ground, the belongings in the coat itself were many instruments to cause death to many. Knives, long daggers stained with blood, chains, hooks, it was there telling what was not in there. Hades did not carry a scythe however in his trenchcoat. That would be nearly impossible, though Hades could probably find a way somehow. These were not the thoughts that were coursing through his mind right now. His hands were more focused on removing Anastasia’s shirt. That was what he had always started with when he was going to sleep with a woman.

Though this was not just any woman, this was a Death Eater, a killer, and someone who could make his red blood pump with intensity and fulfill his cold body with heat that no one could ever surpass. Her hand ran up his body, and he moaned with the pleasure it brought upon him. The surges were almost too much to bear, and what he felt next was even more torturing. Anastasia had pulled from the breathtaking kiss and her teeth bore into his neck, like a vampiress going in for the kill. Though this is not anything that would be worth killing. The night would not be brought to the grave as this was just the beginning. She had bitten hard enough to bring blood, and Hades hissed from the thrilling shock and the pain. It was all just too much for the Death Eater. He gripped her arms firmly, before he moved them once more to the other side of the bed, the chains flying to the floor from the force of his throw. They clattered on the floor, as he kissed her neck, feeling such intensity that he had never felt before in his life. With the passion of love gods, he removed the shirt he was wearing, and her own. It would not be long until both would be ready to commit the sin that had been tempting them during the time that they had been here under the same roof.

The blizzard outside never let down as the night passed by slowly for the outside, but in a much faster pace inside the house. The wind howled, and the storm rumbled. Lightning danced in the sky, in the clouds. There was no telling why the storm was behaving like it was. The hours passed, and as dawn broke, the blizzard had stopped roaring, yet snow continued to fall. The snow piled higher than eight feet, completely covering the window to the bedroom. The other bedrooms were above ground, and yet the rest of the large house was below the ground without a single window. The house was a curious one at that. It could hold ten people and have two guests. It was charmed to look bigger than it already was, and that was how it could hold twelve people total. Hades preferred this house over the last, as the last could only hold four people, and like this new one, had a dungeon that could kill someone if they left someone down there without heat. Hades had no reason to return to the old house at all. This house was unplotted, and it could not be found except for those who already knew where it was. Hades was living in peace, and he adored the fact that he was no longer burdened with the past he had once held. He could start over with someone new. Yet, Hades was unsure if that new person would be the one in bed with him currently. No sound could be made from outside, and somehow, Hades opened his eyes.

The black comforters had the both of them covered to their necks, and he had his arm wrapped around her in a protective slumber. The previous night had left him, and perhaps her, exhausted. The night’s rest was perfect, and Hades sat up. He held his head for a moment, his body and neck a bit sore. Though it was not a discomfort for him, it was more of a turn on than anything. The bite on the neck probably would not scar like the previous had, but it would be there for a long time. Hades moved from the bed, and he retrieved his pants and shoes. He had not bothered with a shirt for now, this was his house after all. He moved from the bed to the window. He opened the black curtains to peer outside. Nothing but white could be seen. Hades raised an eyebrow, and it seemed obvious that he was a little shocked at the weather from the previous night. He had not paid any attention to it, but from what he could tell, it was still snowing. They were snowed in, and even if it were warm enough to walk outside for a while, it would be damn near impossible to survive. The snow would toward over someone easily. Was there something magical to protect against this? Hades could not think of it for the life of him. The spells to keep her in were still intact. That was the main concern for Hades.

He inclined his head to look at the beauty in his bed. The mark lay proudly upon his lower forearm, and he smirked slightly. He approached the bed, his fingers trailing across the top layers, until he made his way around the bed itself. He stopped when he could see her face, sleeping soundly. There was something that he remembered, and with the thought in mind, he went from the bedroom, and down the hall. He went to the kitchen, and started to fix the non-caffeine version of the tea he had prepared last night. He also reached into his medicine cabinet, and he took out a prenatal vitamin that pregnant woman usually took to ensure the child’s growth. He crushed it in his hands, and he mixed it in the hot water as he put the white tea bag inside. He somehow doubted that she would notice a difference. Perhaps a little flavoring was off, but then again, he could easily lie and say that it was the decaf version of the tea. Some things are prepared a little differently after all. After it was finished, he took the cup upstairs and into the bedroom. He set it on the table next to her, and went to the other table that was more like a desk than anything. Even though it was morning outside, it still was dark because of the curtains he had hanging over the window.

With a mighty pull, he yanked the dagger out of the journal and wood. It was a loud sound indeed. Hades summoned a chair and he sat down to put the dagger to the side, and he opened the journal. Nothing was recorded in it, but the dagger had done a number upon the journal, leaving a large slash in the middle of the pages. Hades took a candle that was still tall and burning, and without an expression, he set the journal aflame. The flame was contained easily but what he needed was the ash that would come of the journal. The ashes danced across the desk, and the flame died. He put the ashes into a container, and set it aside. It was mixed with the journal he had burned from where he had wrote about the ex wife before now. It was nothing but memories, and he would discard them the next time he went out. He stood up from the desk, and he walked over to the bed. He took a seat next to her, and he leaned against the cool metal of the bed. Though he recalled the intensity of the previous night, now he had to think of what he would have to do with Anastasia. Last night, he had said that he was going to keep her here because of the feeling he received when they touched. The original intention was fulfilled and now there was something else. He could not just let this go, it seemed almost impossible to him. He just could not do it. Hades had to keep her. What else could he do? Hades decided to think this over. The story of a madman, they would not even come close to wondering what a madman was until they had seen Hades. He was a beast at lust as well, but his obsession was even more impressive. He was a father as well, and he did a damn good job at that as well.

But over the next few minutes, his eyes landed upon her, and he narrowed his eyes. He almost hated the fact that she could seduce him whenever she pleased, yet did he have that same power over her? Because of this, a weakness, it must be destroyed, must it not? Though there were some exceptions were there not? Hades thought that must be the case, because of Danielle and Asparuh. They were going to be together until both were too old to keep doing what they did every day. Hades dwelled in thought, wondering if he should let her go, let her live her life. He did not want to do that, because he was not a part of that. However, that was easily changed. He could easily watch her from afar, and now this came a good question. Could he truly let her leave? He would have to fight himself to allow her to leave. Perhaps a week here would help with his decision. In spite of this, he doubted that she would be perfectly fine with the decision he had made in his mind. There was something about her, that seemed more than just lust. Hades had chosen a perfect vessel for his child after all. He could not be more pleased. This was why he had chosen to perform the following action. He took her sleeping body into his bare arms, and lifted her from the bed. With an apparate, he was back in her own bedroom, and he placed her down. He smirked slightly at her sleeping form. He wrote a note and pinned it next to a free pillow. On the note, in neat cursive writing, it read:

"I'll be watching you."

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