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January 30 - January 31, 2024
But Persephone was more than that—she was an addiction. A craving he could not sate.
“Trust, my darling, that leaving you is the hardest decision I make each day.”
“Are you saying you would forgo the chance to punish a false oracle who sacrifices cats for divine favor?” Hecate cringed noticeably. “How criminal. I’ll be ready in ten minutes.”
“Boo!” Hades whirled and punched Hermes in the face. The God of Mischief stumbled back and clamped his hands over his nose. “Motherfucker! Why did you do that?” he demanded. “You scared me,” Hades said simply, lips curling at the sight of the god’s pain. “I did not,” Hermes said, dropping his hands. Any evidence of the strike to the face was already healed. “You wanted to punch me.”
The next mortal was a man, desperate for money, who offered Hades the pick of the hetairai employed within his brothel. Hades raised a brow. “I have no interest.” The man’s face fell. “But, my lord, no singular woman can meet a man’s needs.”
I didn’t see you jumping to help us save that girl’s life, God of the Dead.” “I highly doubt you wanted my intervention, Detective. It’s in the name.”
“I cannot find her,” he said, his voice shaking, his heart racing. “I cannot feel her.”
“Speak further, Nephew, and you will have no reason to fear her threat, because I will tear you to pieces.”
“Imagine all that warmth in your hands. Imagine it glowing. Imagine it so bright you can barely look at it.” It was how he saw her—a moon, a star, a sun, a sky at the center of his universe.
“I will forever regret my anger. How could I ever question your love? Your trust? Your word? When you have my heart.”
“Fuck privacy. I needed you, needed to know you still wanted me despite…everything.”
“You’re being a little dramatic, don’t you think?” Hades asked. Hermes straightened and glared. “You just pinned me against a wall and not in a good way!”
“Will his face scar?” she asked. Hades did not know why she asked, but he answered nevertheless. “It will if you wish it.” “I wish it.”
“Shh,” Persephone soothed, mocking. “It could be worse. I am tempted to send you to Tartarus.” There was a strange pride associated with those words, and Hades found them welling in his chest.
“You think her darkness cannot love yours? She was made for you.”
More importantly, I love you—deeply, endlessly. If you walked away from me today, I would love you still. I will love you forever. That’s what Fate is, Persephone. Fuck threads and colors…and fuck your uncertainty.”
It was difficult for Hades to remain stoic when he had never watched anything more entertaining in his entire life than this—Demeter on her knees in his realm, seething.