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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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It did not include requests like creating life, returning life, or bestowing beauty—desires he would not award.
She is yours, a voice echoed in his head, and something inside him snapped. Claim her.
“Do you not want her love? Why would you force her into a contract?” After a moment, he admitted aloud, “Because I did not think she would come back.”
This was Persephone, the goddess who would be his queen, and she was everything.
But as he watched her, he peered beneath her fair exterior and saw her soul for what it was—a powerful goddess, caged in doubt and fear. This was the reason she used her mother’s magic—because hers lay locked away, dormant.
A god desperate for peace.
Because you are mine, he wanted to say, but those words froze in his throat.
He rose, manifesting robes as he teleported to Tartarus, to his office, where he had left Sisyphus, only to find that he was gone.
Wtf
