“I am not like them!” Aidoneus bellowed, pointing toward distant Olympus. A vein stood prominent on his forehead and his face grew red. Demeter cowered, shielding herself from him with upraised hands. “I waited aeons for Persephone! There is nothing in this cosmos that could turn me from her! I love your daughter. I always have and always will love her, and her alone.” He drew in a breath, trying to calm himself. “You know that. I am sorry Zeus treated you so poorly. Truly I am. But I am not him, I am not them, nor will I ever be. Deme…” He spoke gently, his voice low. “Deme, deep down you
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