A Reylo retelling of Hades & persephone, with a twist.
Those whom the gods love die young. To obtain a god’s attention is to hand over your life, so keep your head down and pray that they never notice you.
She took pity on the god no one ever visited, the god she doesn’t believe in, when she started leaving small offerings at his feet. She should have listened to local superstition.
“Still watching the girl, my Lord?” Mitaka asks with airs of resigned patience, yet still with an underlying thread of nervousness. Kylo’s eyes follow the man as he comes forward with Kylo’s meal, placing it gently to the side, within reach of Kylo’s hand. Kylo’s subdued smile never eases.
Mitaka holds his torch closer to the pool, shining its pale blue light over it, but the girl is long gone.
“Of all the beings in the universe, why that one?” Mitaka asks, unable to keep the wonder off his voice. Kylo supposes that, when there’s nothing else in the way of entertainment centuries at a time, even his Master’s curiosity becomes Mitaka’s own. Kylo can hardly blame him. He chuckles.
Mitaka gives him a strange look, as if to say, ‘well of course she talks. All humans do,’ but he remains silent. A wise choice.
(Exerpt from Chapter One, On AO3)