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“I am not sure who you think I am, but let me be clear,” Persephone said, her voice clear and resolute. “I am Persephone, future Queen of the Underworld, Lady of Your Fate. May you come to dread my presence.”
But there were few in this world who learned the truth of their power without strife.
“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.”
“Do you not trust me to bring you pleasure?”
“Is this pleasure?”
“It is ecstasy.”
“You should have known I would find you once you took your clothes off. It is a sixth sense.”
“I will not be late to Sybil’s party, Hades. If you wish to please me, then you’ll make me come and on time.”
You’ve been the God of the Underworld so long, you’ve forgotten what it is really like to be on the brink of losing someone.
“The tip of Cronos’s scythe.”
“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.”
There was no man in the world who would claim such a thing; only women were taught their pain was never enough.
“I want to fuck you so hard, your screams reach the ears of the living,” he
“You hold my heart in your hands, Persephone.”
“Darling, I will marry you despite what Zeus says.”
“So wet,” he said between his teeth. “I could drink from you, but for now, I’ll settle with tasting.”
“Come for me,” he said. “So that I may bathe in your warmth.”
“She will be your ruin.”
