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January 17 - January 19, 2025
“I will destroy him,” she said. “I will end him.” “My darling, I have no doubt,” Hades said. “Come, on your feet.”
“I do not trust Zeus or Poseidon or Hera, but I trust us,” he said. “Marry me tonight, and they cannot take it away.”
“Yes,” she said, and as Hades’s smile broke across his face, she felt like she was falling in love with him all over again.
“Oh, Hecate, it is beautiful,” she said, and as she stared in the mirror, she found it hard to completely grasp that this was her wedding day.
As soon as her gaze collided with his, he was all she wanted.
“Hi,” she said quietly, almost shyly. “Hi,” he replied, raising a brow. “You are beautiful.” “So are you.” Hades looked thoroughly amused.
“Do you take Persephone to be your wife?” Hecate asked. “I do,” he said.
“May I present Hades and Persephone, King and Queen of the Underworld.”
His eyes were still closed as he spoke. “Say it again. Call me your husband.”
“Introducing your Lord and Lady of the Underworld, King Hades and Queen Persephone.”
“Tell me your thoughts,” he said. Persephone shuddered as the words came from her mouth. “It doesn’t matter how often you are inside me. I can’t…it’s not enough.”
“You are my everything,” he said. “My first love, my wife, the first and last Queen of the Underworld.”
The magic built behind a dam of emotion, and when it burst, it streamed from her in a wave of bright light that made her eyes water and her skin hot. The snow began to melt beneath her feet, and in the gruesome aftermath of the avalanche, amid the rubble and debris, grass grew, flowers sprouted, and trees straightened and bloomed. Even the sky above split at her command, the clouds parting to show blue skies.
“If you make war against them, you make war against me.” The words came from Apollo, whose golden bow materialized within his hands.
terrible fear shivered through Persephone when she saw him and felt his power. It was like a poison, making her stomach sour. “Persephone!” Hades roared.
In the next second, she was pushed to the ground, and she twisted to see Aphrodite’s body arch as she was pierced by the spear. It lodged in the ground behind her, and she was pinned at its center, her arms hanging limp beside her, blood dripping from her mouth. “No!” Hephaestus’s roar was so loud and so deafening, it halted the battle.
Persephone’s eyes burned, and she turned to Hades, gripping his arm until he stared down at her. “Persephone.” He said her name, desperate and pained.
The second this door was closed, he would come after her, and she could not risk it. Sybil would die, and Hades would face an eternity of being hunted by Nemesis. She couldn’t let that happen.
His eyes widened at her words, and then great black vines sprouted from the ground, wrapping around his feet and wrists. Their weight anchored him to the ground, causing it to buckle beneath his feet. He struggled against the bindings, his muscles rippling, veins popping, but he could not break free of them. “Persephone!” Hades bellowed as the door slammed closed, blocking him from her view.
Finally, Persephone found something to laugh about. “Oh, I will not torture you when you die. I will torture you while you live.” Theseus did not respond, not that her words seemed to affect him. He was unafraid—and why should he fear? Right now, he was winning.
He thought of how stunning she’d looked in her white gown as she had walked to him down the aisle, flanked by souls and gods who’d come to love her.
Breathing hard and shaking, he brought the ring to his lips, curled it safely into his palm, and held it to his heart before he fell into darkness once more.
She had been watching Hades drink since sunup, and he was perfectly sober. She was certain he couldn’t get drunk anymore—and that he was possibly an alcoholic.
“I would keep my cock buried inside your sweetness for eternity if I could,” he said, gripping her hips, thrusting into her so hard, she felt his balls slap against her ass. “Tell me how I feel inside you.”
“You are fucking glorious,” he said. “You are mine.”
