Beginning Of Multiverse Saga-Chapter 518: Persephone

Back in the Underworld...

The guardians fully regenerated once more and charged again, shadows and molten stone reforming as if death meant nothing in this realm.

Sharky exhaled slowly.

"So be it."

He stepped forward, and activated the power of Crystal Freeze. Then his entire body ignited with diamond-blue radiance, the temperature around him collapsing into absolute zero.

His one punch froze an Obsidian Sentinel and its molten core crystallized, then shattered in a storm of ice shards.

A backhand froze a Wraith Enforcer’s chains mid-swing, snapping them like brittle glass. A downward strike plunged Shade Golems into such deep frost that their shadows disintegrated outright.

But again...

The Underworld resisted.

Frozen fragments began crawling back together, shadow stitching itself to shadow.

Sharky raised his second hand.

This time, using Luminara magic, Golden-white mana flames surged, pure and absolute.

He released a focused beam.

SSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH— 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

The frozen guardians burned away completely.

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Above Olympus, Hela’s portal expanded violently.

A colossal paw slammed onto the ground.

THUD.

A deep, primal growl rolled across the battlefield.

A giant wolf emerged from the gate, massive as a fortress, shadow-black fur rippling with death energy. His eyes burned emerald green, fangs dripping necrotic aura, each breath warping the air around him.

It was Fenrir.

Fenrir snarled directly at the Hyspeloi, jaws opening wide. The fear-spirits recoiled. Even Deimos hesitated. Hela smirked, blades of death forming in her hands.

"Now," she said calmly, "We can fight equally."

She lunged straight at Deimos.

Fenrir leapt with a thunderous roar, crashing into the Hyspeloi.

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In the Underworld, as Sharky lifted his hand to erase yet another reforming battalion.

A desperate voice echoed through the realm.

"STOP! Please, don’t kill them! I have no intention of fighting you!"

The shadows parted. A lone figure stepped forward from the darkness, hands raised, fear clear in his voice.

The guardians hesitated. Sharky’s glowing eyes locked onto the newcomer.

Hades stepped forward slowly.

He was tall and lean, his presence oppressive despite his stillness. Long black hair flowed like drifting smoke, framing skin pale with a faint spectral glow. His violet eyes burned and swirled like galaxies filled with the dead.

A cloak of shadow and starlight trailed behind him, layered over obsidian armor etched with silver soul-runes. Upon his head rested a crown shaped like jagged thorns, and with every step he left behind faint, ghostly footprints that faded into nothing.

Behind him, a soft blue light shimmered.

A young woman emerged from that glow.

She wore a flowing silver-white gown, her hair like shimmering spring grass, her eyes gentle and bright. A wreath of softly glowing flowers rested upon her head. The moment she saw Demeter, her face lit up.

"Mom!"

She ran forward and embraced her mother tightly.

Demeter’s breath caught as she held her daughter, tears welling as centuries of grief finally loosened their grip.

Sharky lowered his glowing hands, but he did not step back. His gaze never left Hades.

"Now you understand your capability?" Sharky said calmly.

Hades swallowed. He understood the message perfectly. Sharky could erase the entire Underworld if he chose to.

Behind Sharky, Artemis whispered under her breath, "By the moon... he’s so brave... so strong... so unbelievably cool..."

Her cheeks flushed red. She had never admired a man before.

Sharky’s voice rang out again, sharp and commanding, "Where is Cerberus? Bring him to me."

Hades lowered his head slightly.

"Just before you arrived... another presence entered my realm, and it took Cerberus with them, before I should interrupt."

Sharky’s expression hardened.

"Who?"

Hades hesitated, then spoke with visible strain.

"...I cannot reveal them. They have already left the Underworld."

Sharky’s aura flared. His calm snapped.

"So you’re telling me," he said slowly, fury bleeding into every word, "someone walks into your realm, steals your guardian, and you— YOU JUST WATCH?"

Fire spiraled violently around him.

Hades stepped back as the heat scorched the obsidian floor.

"What the hell are you even doing here?" Sharky roared. "How do you rule the Underworld if you can’t control it?"

The flames swelled, forming a blazing sphere in his raised hand. "If you can’t manage your realm, then I will erase it myself."

The ground trembled. Underworld mountains cracked apart.

Ghosts screamed as soul-rivers began to evaporate.

Hades’ eyes widened in shock and dread. This man could truly destroy the Underworld.

But before the flames consumed everything. Soft arms wrapped around Sharky’s waist from behind.

A gentle voice, trembling yet resolute, reached him. "Please... stop."

Sharky froze, he looked down, and found Persephone in his arms.

She pressed her face against his back, eyes closed, trying to calm him with all her strength.

"The Underworld must exist," she said softly. "To guide the dead... to balance the living... to judge the weight of all souls."

The fire still raged.

Heat washed over her, too intense even for a goddess of spring. The edges of her gown darkened, fabric charring under the pressure of Sharky’s power.

Then ignite, and within seconds, Persephone’s clothing turned to ash.

She gasped softly, startled, clinging to Sharky instinctively.

Sharky turned at once, and he caught her before she fell, his arms wrapped around her bare form

Looking at her nude in his arms, something primal stirred in him. His lust has awoken. The flames collapsed inward, vanishing as if they had never existed.

Silence fell over the Underworld.

A private house of shimmering mana-light formed around them, sealing the space away from the Underworld and its watching eyes.

The roar of distant rivers and wailing souls faded.

Inside, everything softened.

The light dimmed and no one could see what was happening inside.

Meanwhile inside, Persephone is looking at Sharky, whose clothes have also burnt, and now he was also nude in front of her.

Persephone’s breath hitched as she realized Sharky’s gaze had shifted from anger to something far more primal. She felt vulnerable, exposed, yet strangely empowered by his raw desire.

"You’re beautiful," he murmured, his voice husky with lust. "Like a goddess coming to life."

Persephone blushed at the compliment, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself. But Sharky gently caught her wrists, guiding her arms back to her sides.

"No," he said softly. "Don’t hide from me. Let me see all of you."

His eyes raked over her body hungrily, lingering on the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips.

Persephone’s heart raced as Sharky’s gaze worshipped her naked form. A part of her felt shy, inexperienced compared to his obvious knowledge. But another part reveled in the heat of his appreciation, the power she held over him in this moment.

"Sharky," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "I... I’ve never..."

She bit her lip, unable to finish the sentence. But she didn’t need to, Sharky understood immediately.

"I know," he said gently, cupping her face in his hands.

He leaned in slowly, giving her time to pull away if she wanted. But Persephone didn’t. She tilted her head up, meeting him halfway.

Their lips met in a soft, exploratory kiss. Persephone gasped at the gentle pressure, her hands coming up to rest on Sharky’s bare chest.

Their kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and intense. Sharky’s hands roamed over Persephone’s body, caressing every curve and dip with reverent touches.

Persephone arched into him, her own hands exploring the hard planes of his chest and abs. She marveled at the contrast between his strength and the gentleness of his caresses.

When they finally broke apart, they were both breathing heavily. Sharky rested his forehead against hers, his eyes dark with desire.

"I want you," he said simply.

Persephone’s heart swelled at his words. She knew she should hesitate, and should consider the consequences. But at that moment, all she could think about was how much she wanted him too.

"Then take me," she whispered boldly. "Make me yours."

Sharky growled low in his throat, lifting her effortlessly into his arms. He carried her to the bed that had appeared in the center of their private sanctuary, laying her down gently on the soft mattress.

Persephone gasped as Sharky settled between her legs, his hard length pressing against her most intimate place. She was nervous, but also filled with a burning curiosity and desire.

Sharky looked down at her, his eyes filled with a mix of love, lust, and something deeper - a fierce protectiveness that made her feel cherished and safe.

"Are you ready for me?" he asked softly, his thumb brushing over her sensitive bud.

Persephone nodded, unable to speak past the lump in her throat. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

Sharky slowly pushed forward, entering her inch by inch. Persephone gasped at the sensation - a mix of pleasure and pain as he stretched and filled her.

He paused when he was fully sheathed, allowing her time to adjust. "You’re so tight," he groaned. "So perfect."

Persephone dug her nails into his back as she acclimated to his size.

Then slowly, gently, he began to move. His thrusts were careful and deliberate, building a rhythm that matched the pounding of their hearts. Persephone moaned softly, her hips lifting to meet his.

"That’s it," Sharky encouraged hoarsely. "Take all of me. You’re doing so well."

His words spurred her on, and she wrapped her legs tighter around him, urging him deeper. The pleasure intensified with each thrust, coiling tighter and tighter in her core.

Sharky’s movements grew faster, more intense. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, mingling with their gasps and moans.

"Yes," Persephone cried out, her head thrown back in ecstasy. "Harder, Sharky! Please!"

Sharky obliged, his hips snapping forward with increased fervor. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful thrust.

"You feel so good," he groaned, his face contorted with pleasure. "Like you were made for me."

Persephone could only moan in response, lost in the sensations overwhelming her senses. She could feel her climax building rapidly, her inner muscles tightening around Sharky’s thick shaft.

"I’m... I’m going to..." she gasped, her nails raking down his back.

"Come for me," Sharky commanded, his voice strained. "Come on my Dragon and milk me dry."

His words pushed Persephone over the edge. With a scream of his name, she shattered beneath him, her body convulsing violently as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

As Persephone’s orgasm hit, Sharky felt her tighten around him like a vice. With a roar of her name, he followed her into bliss, his seed pumping deep into her spasming core. He continued to thrust through the aftershocks, drawing out their mutual pleasure until they were both trembling and spent.

"That was..." Persephone started, then trailed off, lacking the words to describe the intensity of what they’d shared.

"Perfect," Sharky finished for her, lifting his head to meet her gaze. "You’re perfect."

He leaned down to kiss her softly, tenderly.

While Sharky was fucking Persephone inside of the house.

Outside, Demeter, Artemis and Hades were unable to see anything, but they were able to hear Persephone’s gentle moan.

Whenever she screams in pleasure, they are able to hear it clearly.