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March 6 - March 10, 2025
She was reeling from Hecate’s words. That is the sound of Theseus releasing the Titans.
“You’ve got this, Seph. You are Queen of the Underworld.” “The one and only,” said Hermes. “That we know of.” Persephone and Apollo glared. “It’s just a joke,” Hermes whined.
“You are everything that makes me good,” he said. “And I am everything that makes you terrible.”
now she understood the power in being feared. And she wanted to be dreaded.
“Waiting to carry you through the dark if you will bring me to the light.” Her heart felt so heavy, a weight in her chest. “I need you,” she whispered. “You have me,” he said. “There is no part where you end or I begin. Use me, darling, as you have for your pleasure. There is power in this pain.”
Strange that life granted power in the face of loss, stranger yet that the person who would be most proud was not here to witness it.
“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.
“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.
“I 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.
Though the crowd was loud and most of the voices unclear, a few vicious words reached her ears—a chant that made her blood run cold. “Death to all gods! Death to all gods! Death to all gods!”
“What’s going on?” Persephone asked. “Who is this?” “I’m Robert,” said the man. “He’s Robert,” Apollo and Hermes said. They all spoke in unison. It made Persephone flinch.
“You can. You will. You have no choice.”
When she had expressed her pain, Demeter had offered no comfort. “Let that remind you of the consequences of touching my flowers,” she’d said.
“And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward.” —HOMER, THE ILIAD
“If I am snoring, it’s your fault. This bed is like a fucking rock. Sephy’s going to have back problems if she sleeps here.” “The bed is perfectly comfortable,” Hades said. “And you are overly concerned for my wife.” “Of course I am. She has to deal with you.”
“Fine. I suppose I can just…send an email.” Hermes gasped. “You wouldn’t.” Hades shrugged. “You have given me no choice.”
Goddess of Spring Accused of Matricide: Helios Tells All
“I will love you through this,” he whispered. “I will love you beyond this.” And he would murder everyone responsible for her pain.
“For no god may undo what another god has done.” —OVID, METAMORPHOSES
“I am not giving prophecy, you idiot,” she said. “I am cursing your ass.”
“I only harvest quality organs.” “Hey!” Hermes put his hands on his hips. “I’m quality!” The Goddess of Witchcraft looked him up and down and then shrugged. “Eh.”
Hecate looked. “Hmm. You are right. Pity.” Hades’s gaze fell to her. “I know that voice.” “Of course you do,” she said. “It is mine.”
