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March 12 - March 13, 2024
I think it’s kind of weird that you think your brother is hot.” “Half,” said Hermes. “And why is it weird? It isn’t like I want to fuck him.” A strained silence followed Hermes’s words. “Why do I get the feeling that none of you believe me?” “Because we don’t,” said Hecate.
As she did, she used her own power to call to the earth. From it, roots sprouted, and they wrapped around the God of Time until he was completely consumed within the trunk of a tree, its branches reaching toward the sky before blooming in a waterfall of pink blossoms. It was magnificent.
“I love you,” she said. Hades grinned again, and a breathless laugh escaped him. She lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist. “Why do you laugh?” “It is merely disbelief,” he said, his words punctuated with a breath as he moved inside her. “You have become my past, my present, and my future.”
She’d thought she would see a stranger, a shell of the person she had been in her previous life. Instead, she saw strength. She saw pride. She saw a woman who was queen. She let her gaze rise to Hecate, who watched her in the reflection. “Now you see yourself clearly,” the goddess said.
“I saw you die,” she said. “I will never forget it. Cronos broke you.” She could not look at Hecate, but she could feel her gaze. “I love Hades. I will not live without him,” she said. “But I cannot live without you either, Hecate.” “Oh, my dear,” she said, her voice thick with tears. “You will never have to.” When Persephone looked up, she saw that Hecate’s eyes were watering, but the tears never fell. Instead, she drew Persephone into a hug, and when she pulled away, she touched her chin. “I do not have children of my own,” Hecate said. “But you, I consider a daughter.”
“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.”
“Hecate,” Persephone asked. “What is this?” “Your coronation,” the goddess said. “You are Queen of the Underworld, but you have not been crowned.”
Then she turned to Persephone. “I love you, my dear.” Persephone’s mouth quivered. “I love you too,” she whispered.
“My darling,” he said, his voice quiet but warm. “My love,” she replied.
“Then it is my pleasure, my greatest honor, to offer you this crown as a symbol of your dedication and love for my people and this realm.”
“With the way they act, you would think they never get any attention.” She arched a brow. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were talking about yourself.”
“Forever,” she said. “Forever will never be enough,” he said. “Not when I have lived half my life without you.” She considered commenting that he might say otherwise when he had lived half his life with her, but she knew he would disagree. “Perhaps I can make you forget you were ever alone,” she said. “I accept,” he said. “Did you take that as a challenge?” “No,” he said and grinned. “A promise.”