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Hecate watched the maelstrom of thoughts flash through his mind. The past. The feel of her soft skin, the press of her naked flesh, their mutual need. Hands running through hair, lifting, entangling. The present. Cypress and wind; fire and union in the void.
The future. Red flowers clinging to a tree that rose from the field of gray, branches entwining through others' branches. Red, ripe fruit hung on interlocked boughs. Radiating out from the tree came soft grasses and flowers that spread over
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― Receiver of Many
― Receiver of Many
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Hecate stood over him then, and she seemed taller, her pupils narrow slits like the cunning glare of a serpent. "Oh, Aidoneus. Aren't you tired of being afraid? Aren't you ready to take control of what is inside you?"
"No," he denied, his voice a growl. "I do not wish it. I wish to forget."
"Forget." Her laugh was low. "When the marks are so deep inside you, they are etched on your soul? Do you truly believe you can forget? You cannot be that naive.
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― Hades and Persephone: The Golden Blade
― Hades and Persephone: The Golden Blade
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