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

by Scarlett St. Clair

He recited poetry and then composed his own, attempting to convey Persephone’s beauty, if only to cling to his own sanity. “Her golden hair swept down upon him like rays of burning sun,” he started and then paused. “That’s fucking stupid. Besides, I hate Helios.” He tried again. “She emerged from the dark, a sweet-voiced thing with hair that flowed like a river in spring.” That was worse. He moved on to singing. “Is that… ‘Laurel’ by Apollo?” he heard Hermes ask. Hades glared at the god who appeared beside him as a small, chubby baby with white wings that fluttered like those of a hummingbird. “I will murder you if you tell anyone what you have heard here.” “That is very aggressive, Daddy Death,” said Hermes. “Everyone listens to Apollo. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. He’s a vibe.” Hades decided not to ask what a vibe was. “Why do you look like that?” he asked. “Like what?” Hermes looked down at himself. “Like a cherub, Hermes.” The god shrugged. “Perhaps you should ask yourself that question. You’re the one hallucinating.” “Trust me, I would never manifest Hermes as a child. He’s annoying enough as an adult.” “Rude,” Hermes said, and then he grew taller, and his feet touched the ground. He spun and faced Hades as he walked backward down the corridor. “You know, Hades, what you need is—” “I need out of this fucking maze,” Hades said. “I was going to say fun,” said the god. They were coming to another break in the wall, and with Hermes walking backward, Hades thought he ...