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“I am Persephone, future Queen of the Underworld, Lady of Your Fate. May you come to dread my presence.”
His goddess was no longer made up of innocent things, and there was a part of him that did not know how to feel about it, that wondered if she had never met him if that would still be the case.
“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.”
Hermes grinned. “See you soon, Daddy Death!” He vanished, and when he was gone, Hades looked at Thanatos, who asked in a very serious tone, “Which one of us do you think he was calling Daddy Death?”
Hades could taste the lie, and no one drank because no one here was a sociopath.
An oath such as this meant the god was bound to protect Persephone for eternity. It went beyond a single moment.
That was twice now he had been cockblocked by a fucking sheep. He hated this island.
