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With trembling hands, I tried to use the obsidian key to open the intricate doors. The room was not dark as I expected: all the walls and ceiling were glass, therefore bathing the space with the red light of the full moon. I figured this place must exist somewhere out of space-time since the MWH agents hadn’t broken in here as well.
When my eyes finally adjusted at the crimson tint, I gasped.
There, at the center of the room – that now I could tell was some kind of greenhouse – laid a large pomegranate tree, a sole, fat fruit hanging from one of its branches. It had burst open already, overflowing with juice. Dripping with sparkling seeds of ruby red, it looked decadent. It looked powerful. As my body broke into goosebumps, I immediately knew this was no ordinary fruit. My eyes drifted lower, finally noticing the black top hat resting by the tree roots.
So it had ended up here...
I could feel its power calling onto me. His power calling onto me.
Teasing.
Alluring.
“Take me…” it seemed to whisper.
My mouth watered, and I gulped. Biting my lip nervously, I approached the tree and took the top hat, touching the supernatural pomegranate with my free hand. At the moment my fingers made contact, it pulsed like a heartbeat, the top hat in my other hand throbbing in response.
“Take me…” I blinked when I actually felt his voice in my head. I stared at the fruit, and then it clicked: It was a part of him!
An infinitesimal smudge of his power.
“One seed, one hour…” his essence, lying within the pomegranate, sung to me.
“… consequences…”
“… to wield my power…”
“… No more than 7…”
"... bring my hat back to me..."
“…Feed me the rest…”
I ripped the pomegranate from its branch, and the Sap ran - red like blood - down my pale arm. Bringing it to my lips, my thoughts wandered to the myth of Persephone. Is this what she felt like? What if, instead of being tricked by Hades, she took her destiny into her own hands made her own choice? Each damned seed, bursting against her tongue as a scream of freedom and power.
Such thoughts were cut when I bit into the very first seed, moaning as the juices flooded my mouth, and my tongue chased the drop that tried to escape by the seam of my lips.
It tasted like blood. It was delicious.
I could feel the power flowing into me, cloaking me in dark energy as I placed the top hat upon my own head.
The bright moon outside was eclipsed now, and so was I.
For now, I was shadows and chaos.
I was Persephone.
I glanced at the sliver of red light in the night sky, smirking with razor-sharp teeth.
Hold on, my Lord…
I am coming.