A Touch of Chaos (Hades x Persephone Saga, #4)

by Scarlett St. Clair

“You are my wife and my queen.”

“You are everything that makes me good,” he said. “And I am everything that makes you terrible.”

she understood the power in being feared. And she wanted to be dreaded.

“You would burn this world for me? I will destroy it for you,” she had said right before she had torn his realm apart in the name of a love she thought she had lost. Theseus considered their love a weakness, but he would soon discover how wrong he was.

“I want blood, Hermes. I will fill rivers with it until he is found.” Theseus would soon discover that he had flown too close to the sun. Hermes grinned. “I like vengeful Sephy,” he said. “She’s scary.”

“It is curious that death would choose life as a bride,” Hippolyta said. “It is like the sun falling in love with the moon.” “One cannot exist without the other,” Persephone said. “Just as honor cannot exist without shame.”

Mourning was not just about the person. It was about the world one created around them, and when they ceased to exist, so did that world.

suppose what you said is true. Death gives birth to life.” Then she narrowed her eyes. “What will you birth, Persephone?” “Rage,” she answered without a second thought.

“You asked me what I would fight for on the battlefield,” he said. “It is this. It is to have you look at me with these eyes. You worship me with these eyes.” A smile curved Persephone’s lips. “You are a romantic, my king,” she said. “I am in love,” he said. “There is a difference.”

“I will love you through this,” he whispered. “I will love you beyond this.”

“Apollo,” she whispered, holding him tight, her head resting against his hard chest. He had no heartbeat, but he was warm. “You look beautiful, Seph,” he said. “I miss you,” she said. He chuckled. “You won’t for long.” She pulled away. “Don’t say that.” He shrugged. “Call it self-awareness,” he said. “I’m a needy motherfucker.”