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

by Scarlett St. Clair

“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.

“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.

“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.

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