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Heidi *Bookwyrm Babe, Voyeur of Covers, Caresser of Spines, Unashamed Smut Slut, the Always Sleepy Wyrm of the Stacks, and Drinker of Tea and Wine*
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Something about her called to him—a thread that pulled at his heart.
Threads of Fate. They were like shimmering spiderwebs connecting people and things—some were wisps, others were solid, their strength waxed and waned throughout life.
This is some sort of game. It would not be the first time the Fates had dangled a wish in front of him, only to take it away. That was probably their greatest skill—extracting
Goddess of Spring, Goddess of Rebirth, Goddess of Life. How could a daughter of spring become death’s bride?
he smirked because she was defiant, because he liked her fire and frustration.
“I see to the soul,” he said. “What burdens it, what corrupts it, what destroys it, and I challenge it.”
“No one prays to the God of the Dead, my lady, and when they do, it is already too late.”
Hermes might be the messenger of the gods, but he was also trickery and mischief. He liked fuckery, and he had been responsible for many battles between gods.
“Lucky for me, it isn’t your messenger skills I am after, God of Thieves.”
“Curiosity is a dangerous quality, my lady.” Dangerous. Infuriating. Exciting
She was right—he was a bastard.
Hades felt the darkness rise in him. He would show Poseidon what it was to have wandering eyes when his were removed from his skull and tossed across this room.
It was her compassion he sought. It was her love he wanted.
Who was he to deny a queen? “As you wish.”
Take her, and I will destroy this world. Take her, and I will destroy you. Take her, and I will end us all.
“Drinking is not related to being God of the Dead.” “It also isn’t a hobby. Unless you’re an alcoholic.” He was probably an alcoholic.
“Hermes!” He summoned the god with a single command, and he appeared, wearing a mesh crop top and tiny leather shorts. What the fuck had he interrupted?
