The Manipulator

Rearranging the cosmos and dominating the world.


Little nut-Meg.

No, no no no no.

Thinking about the way she was moving those hips in such a suggestive matter would not do at all.

What was he mad about again?

Oh yes.

Wonder breath and his little goat minion.

And obviously the boy who refused to go away was attracted to his little minion. Meg. With her damn curves, that quick tongue and violently violet eyes to match her attitude. Yes, if anyone could find out his weakness she could. A flash of the ankles and she was all his. Of course. So simple.

"I need someone who can…" Hades trailed off, tracing her jutting hips with hungry eyes. "Handle him as a man."

"Hey, I've sworn off manhandling."

Oh how he wished she hadn't. If he had ever said that humans were intolerable, that was a statement he would gladly take back in a moment. True, he rejoiced in their deaths, and yet Meg belonged to him forever. He could have gladly taken her soul and thrown it in the river of death – a replacement for the hunk of human meat she was so desperate to save. And yet the pleading in those eyes… the swell of her perfect breasts, the peak of her cupids bow.

It was all too distracting.

Damn, he had to say something. Something rude, something hurtful. Desires be damned, he was Lord of the Dead. He was anything but soft.

"Well, you know, that's good because that's what got you into the jam in the first place, isn't it? You sold your soul to me to save your boyfriend's life. And how does this creep thank you? By running off with some babe. He hurt you real bad, didn't he, Meg? Huh?"

Oh yes, that had done the trick. Her shoulders immediately drooping, eyes snapping shut to hold back any indication of vulnerability. The slight quiver in her voice when she snapped a reply.

"Look, I learned my lesson, okay?"

And so she had. She had screamed, and screamed for him to take his soul away. She didn't care anymore, he had used her and thrown her away – one mans trash to another's treasure, no? The guy was clearly a cretin. What type of stupid mortal would throw away a babe like Meg? It was inconceivable, even to an all-knowing God like Hades.

And as much as he wanted her for himself, as much as he burned for her, he knew that he had to utilise her. Of course he had to. He was a manipulator of humans, not a sympathiser. And he knew if anyone could find out the weakness Mr. Bulk-not-brain was hiding, it would be his little nut-Meg.

And so he was forced to revert to his usual outer shell of witticisms and sarcasm to conceal the burning fire that was hotter than even his hairstyle.

"Which is exactly why I got a feelin' you're gonna leap at my new offer. You give me the key to bringing down wonder breath and I give you the thing that you crave most in the entire Cosmos…" he leant close to her, tantalisingly close, so close that he could reach out and taste her with his tongue if he wanted to. A curl tickled his nose and he whispered huskily into her ear, sealing the deal, signing away perhaps the best thing he'd ever won himself.

"Your freedom."

The smash of pottery on the ground gave him his answer.

He smirked.

He felt a different type of heat.

He felt empty.


A/N: What can I say? I love Hades, I love Meg. They work together. Maybe in another life she's his Persephone? Who knows. All I know is that their personalities are much better suited than she and Hercules'.