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She would be mine one way or another. And if she was fucking around with this guy, someone who wouldn’t know where a clit was if it had an arrow pointing to it—Well, I’d enjoy showing her what it meant to be fucked by a god.
Because, for some reason, I trusted her. I knew without a doubt that she was the rightful Queen of The Underworld. It felt like lost fragments of my twisted soul had been returned. Like everything was as it should be.
“There’s nowhere in this world or any other you can go that I won’t follow.”
“I plan on fucking you into oblivion, little witch. Over and over until you can’t tell when one orgasm ends and the next begins. Until you understand that all of you—your mind, body, and your beautiful fucking soul—belong to me.”
“You’ve always been powerful, Persephone. The fates have deemed it so. You’re the promised one meant to save our worlds. A child of earth. The bringer of life. You are Persephone, The Destroyer. You were always meant to be feared.”
“And I would watch it burn a thousand times over to know you were safe.”
“Give me your anger, little witch. Glare at me with hatred and fury, with infinite loathing. I’ll take it all, every scowl. Every curse. So long as you live.”
“The world above may burn. The realms could splinter and fall, and still my soul would find yours. In each life. In every rebirth. Until the end of time, I will love you.”
There would only ever be my Persephone from now until the end of time. My goddess. My queen. My wife.
