Summary: Greek Mythology CS AU (based off the tale of Hades and Persephone). Dark Killian. Emma, Goddess of Agriculture and daughter of David (Zeus) and Mary (Demeter) is sought out by the King of the Underworld to be his Queen and he intends to have her by any means necessary. Rated M for mature and sexual content.

AN: I saw a wonderful edit on tumblr and I just couldn't resist doing this fic. I had to read up quite a bit on Greek mythology and this part of it in particular. There are some changes I've made to the story because this is still after all fiction and tailoring a tale to fit the story that I plan on telling. I know that some of the information is false but that shouldn't affect the fic. I don't really know quite where I'm going with this and only have like the first three chapters planned out but I'm really looking forward to writing them. I've always wanted to do a dark Killian fic and when this presented itself I just jumped on it. I would like to thank the beautiful Kate, TaarnaT for pushing me towards writing it and helping me hammer out some of the details. This chapter is un-beta'd so there may be some mistakes. I hope you enjoy it!

Queen of the Underworld

Chapter One

Intentions

Nestled in the heart of Earth itself, there lays a kingdom. A kingdom ruled by the Gods. David, the God of Thunder, who reigned supreme next to his wife, Mary, the Goddess of Harvest. They lived peacefully in their kingdom and eventually welcomed a daughter named Emma who was born to them in the springtime. As time wore on, Emma found herself in tune with nature and in the flowers in the meadows that grew near the castle walls enriching her with the power they possessed and making her the Goddess of Agriculture. Years went by in perfect bliss until the eve of Emma's eighteenth year…

David walked the length of the throne room where his mahogany desk outfitted in gold embroidery sat, the regal table in question strewn with bits of parchment containing important business. Bent over the desk, David picked up a document, leering over its contents with a scowl. It was a letter from his brother informing him that he was to make a visit on this day, the eve of his daughter's eighteenth birthday.

His brother hadn't visited in years.

Why now?

Why today of all days?

An eerie silence swept over the castle save the strong gust of cold winds that blew forth, moving the curtains and chandeliers. David held still watching helplessly as the throne room was plunged into a chaotic darkness. Shrill screams echoed off the walls from the guards placed outside and David knew what fate had befallen them. David's grip tightened on the edge of the desk.

There was a dark maniacal laughter that fell over the room in place of the quiet, his house guest greatly amused at his own entrance and with a snap of his fingers, the chandeliers were re-lit.

"Must you make a scene wherever you go?" David demanded, grinding his teeth in aggravation. David swirled around to face the end of the room where there sat Killian, his beloved brother, King of the Underworld; wrapped in leather like a second skin, draped over his throne as he clutched a glass of red wine in his gaudy hand.

The corners of Killian's lips turned upward into a grotesque smile as he swirled the dark crimson liquid in his glass before turning his head to face his sibling. "You know how I like to make an entrance," was all he provided, his face crinkling with a wide spread grin across his handsome features.

"That I do but was it necessary to lay waste to my guards?" David wondered, gesturing to the doors behind him, his feet moving him towards the end of the room where his brother sat regarding him carefully.

Killian brought the glass to his lips, sipping its contents before lowering the glass to rest carefully at his leather clad knee, watching with rapt attention as his brother moved toward him. "Did you not receive my letter?" He chuckled garishly, his eyes shining with mirth.

David's face twitched in mild annoyance, fighting with himself to respond appropriately.

"I beg your forgiveness. I simply hadn't had time to prepare for your arrival," he managed a respectful smile.

"That is an understatement brother. Have you fired the help while I was away? This place is looking a bit dingy." He noted, with a hint of arrogance in his tone.

"Not that I'm aware of. They must have overlooked the room." David replied earnestly hiding the fact that his brother had been here a near five minutes and was already causing him discomfort.

"Allow me to fire them for you." He urged, his free hand rising only to be abruptly halted by David.

"That won't be necessary. I will take the proper measures to insure your absolute wellbeing."

"See to it that you do." Killian agreed, taking another sip from his glass before righting himself in the throne where he sat leering, an arm on each of the cushioned chair rests, his legs wide and his stance a bit hunched but still oozing superiority.

David took the final few steps, placing his leg on the second step, bending forward with his arm slung across his leg, "So… to what do we owe the honor?"

"I am so glad you asked…" He leaned forward on his hunches, mirroring his sibling before dropping his voice into a soft timbre, "I've come seeking a companion. Turns out I'm tired of spending my days alone."

David bit back a laugh at the thought.

Surely he wasn't serious?

Killian narrowed his eyes toward his brother, effectively quieting him instantly.

"I'm sorry." He apologized. "You'll have to forgive me. This news comes as bit of a shock."

"You and I both dear brother," he mused. "Can you imagine?" Killian pondered before downing the rest of his glass and setting it down on the table between the two thrones.

"Aye." David chuckled at the thought. "Did you have anyone in mind?" He questioned further in rapt curiosity.

Killian smiled sinisterly, twitching his finger in a knowing manner, "I am glad you asked." He said, pushing himself off the throne, his long leather coat whooshing around him in the most flamboyant of movements.

Killian threw an arm around David's neck, pulling him towards him and began pacing back towards the entrance of the room.

"I came here upon this most jovial of occasions to seek your permission." He confessed with rambunctious excitement as he pulled David in closer to him.

"My permission?" David acknowledged as a slight question on his tongue and he broke free from his brother's hold and turned to face him.

"Yes." He reaffirmed. "I've set my eyes on a lass from this very kingdom and with your permission I tend to take this woman as my wife where she will rule the Underworld as my Queen." He explained whimsically.

"This is most excellent news. You have my permission to marry whomever you wish. Your happiness is most important to me." David assured him with a manly clap on the back.

"You do not know how happy I am to hear you say that…" Killian smiled, pleased with himself and licked his lips before continuing, "because I plan to make your darling daughter as my new wife."

AN: A short chapter, I'm aware. Most of my introductory chapters are for the sake of just gaining the attention of an audience and setting the scene for the fic. As most of my readers know the most I write the longer the chapters become. I have every intention of sticking with the big points of this tale and that includes smut because I can't write a fic without it. So be prepared for that. Some feedback would be great but not totally necessary. I hope you enjoyed it and I hope that you like it thus far. Thank you for reading! –Cat