Destroyer of Light

by Rachel Alexander

Once they drink from the Lethe, they are no longer kings and queens. They are just shades in my kingdom. Most are brought before me knowing exactly what they did. Their perceived sins make a prison for them in life and they come here terrified that I will send them to Tartarus. But all men err, some more than others.

“Can the sun find its match in anything but the moon?

The Sacred

“Such arrogance. He hangs charms on his wall of sticks and thinks he has outwitted both the witch and the warrior,” Hecate said.

“Do not be afraid of hope, Persephone. Hope is a hard-forged blade, keen and shining. Used recklessly, it will maim and scar; but wielded with finesse, it will give you the power to carve a destiny of unsurpassed glory.”