This is my sock puppet name, where I give mean flames to poor, undeserving authors, and I never give nice reviews.

This one shot is incredible. Amazing.

You've rendered my sock puppet speechless.

An amazing piece of writing. The truth of Life and the story of Death mix and combine to create this wonderful read.

I love the hades/persephone stories! good writing

short but good. i like it.

I loved the way you wrote it. Excellent.

This truly is a incredible piece of work, and a refreshing take on the myth about the pomegranate.

I adore this story. Such a wonderful way of describing the brief tale of Hades, and his love for what he could not have. I always did love Mythology, I simply never had the talent to write much about it.

"...a vast bed of obsidian carved into the shape of a swan, laid with black silk sheets..."

That simple quote hammered images of the Phantom and his Christine into my head. That is where you got it from, right? And even if it was not, it simply reminded me a lot of them. The whole story, I visited a new land I've never been before, a land were Erik was Hades, and Christine, his Persephone. Now, each story I read, and most fanfics I'll write, it will be them I relate to.

Wonderful job.

Ah, the crafty Hades, and equally sassy Persephone. Nice renditions. Quite...er...provocative. Sexy. I'm gonna have nice thoughts for a while.

wow, that was super sexy. loved it!

*happy dance* YAY!

Interesting. I like it. The way you portrayed Hades was great.

Good work.

I quite enjoyed that. Great work!

excellent!

ahh..

Anais Nin, eat your heart out... If you haven't done so already, Stefanie, I think you should consider a collection of mythology-based erotic short stories... Just think what you could do with Pygmalion.. sculptor's calloused hands, stroking cold lifeless marble (slightly blue-veined), with sightless eyes, that turns into warm rosy flesh.. I've always imagined Pygmalion as Michaelangelo's David, with out of proportion large hands. Hands that sadly follow cold unresponsive perfect curves. Room for the theme of cold frigidity that is warmed and transformed by the breath of love sort of stuff. I think that Galatea would smell of honey and sunkissed thyme Wonder whose perspective would be the most interesting, to write from. A bit random this, sorry, it just sort of popped up.

Ooerr, went off-topic here, sorry... very good story. Violent, red and black... Pomegranate seeds are bitter at the centre though, even if the juice is sweet. Very sensual and sensuous, male brute force supplemented by tenderness and seductive cunning... I'd never thought of Demeter as a bossy mum!! Nice touch. And the post-coital glow, of course, that transforms the plainest into a goddess of beauty. Need I mention the hairy chest... that's actually very evocative, those smooth shiny pecs are so clinical, and don't hold the body scents like a nice bit of fur.