This is a short piece based on the story of Adonis, Persephone and Aphrodite. Don’t expect mythological accuracy, lol. Feedback is appreciated.
As Aphrodite descended to the underworld, she felt her heart beat faster in anticipation. She recalled the moment twenty years ago when she had a vision of the baby she held in her arms all grown up, grown into the most beautiful man the world had ever seen, a man coveted by mortals and gods alike. She called the protective instinct that came over her when she thought of him being coveted by a goddess. Love affairs between gods and mortals rarely ended well for the mortal. She decided to take him to the underworld, to be raised by Persephone, far from the lustful gazes of lecherous Olympians. She thought of his sensuous form she had seen in the vision, and smiled. Of course, it was a different matter if she was the Olympian in question. After all, what was the point of being the goddess of beauty and love if she couldn’t have whoever she wanted?