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He would marry Persephone no matter the consequences, because in the end, a life without her was not a life at all.
“I am Persephone, future Queen of the Underworld, Lady of Your Fate. May you come to dread my presence.”
This…it went beyond love. It was devotion. It was worship. It was the power that began and ended worlds, and if he had to, he would do so in her name.
“No one is deserving of my presence,” she said. “I am a plague upon men.”
“Do not pretend Persephone does not know who she has chosen to love,” Hecate said. “She sees all of you. She is the Goddess of Spring after all. She is used to life and death.”
“I never thought I’d thank the Fates for anything they gave me, but you—you were worth all of it.” “All of what?” “The suffering.”
“I will give you the world,” he whispered, his mouth hovering over hers. “I don’t need the world,” she said. “I just need you.”
There was no man in the world who would claim such a thing; only women were taught their pain was never enough.
“I will worship you until the end of the world. There is nothing I wouldn’t sacrifice for you. Do you understand that?”
“I will be the reason for your misery, for your despair, for your ruination. I promise you will taste my venom.”
