This is it — Voice Week is officially over! If you’ve not had a chance thus far, head over to the Voice Week Homepage, where all the other participating bloggers are wrapping things up.
Thank you to everyone who liked and/or commented on my series. Your kind words mean the world.
This voice, being the “grand finale”, got away from me a little. The word count is a wee bit bigger than it should be, but hopefully worth it!
If you’ve missed out on any part of the story, follow the links below to catch up. Thanks again, and I hope you enjoy the final voice.
Part One can be found here.
Part Two can be found here.
Part Three can be found here.
Part Four can be found here.
.. Hell Beneath Us ..
The light, mortal goodness of Earth fades as I am swept deeper and deeper into the darkness of the Underworld.
With a commanding shout, Hades draws his coal-black steeds to a stop, and dismounts. Through the haze of tears, I watch as he reaches up, takes hold of my waist and lifts me from the chariot with the tentativeness of someone holding a wounded dove. Within his grasp, I feel tiny, fragile … and bright. Against his shadows, my own purity seems to shine.
One year later, I rise from the shadowy dead into my mother’s embrace. I am different in her arms. She clings desperately, crushingly tight. Hades touch was always soft, shadowed and sinful.
Mother senses the Underworld’s chill that has penetrated my flesh, and immediately bestows her gifts into the earth to warm me; I can feel the withered soil beneath my feet writhe with life.
In the Hell beneath us, I know Hades is waiting. I taste the sharp tang of pomegranate on my lips and shiver with anticipation.
- Love The Bad Guy