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February 23 - March 6, 2025
I am Persephone, future Queen of the Underworld, Lady of Your Fate. May you come to dread my presence.”
Lexa had told her about what it meant to be a goddess. You are kind and compassionate and you fight for your beliefs, but mostly, you fight for people.
They’d begun in two very different worlds but wanted the same thing in the end—acceptance and love and solace—and they’d found it in each other’s eyes and arms and mouths.
This is power, she thought as her body flushed and fluttered with a chaotic tangle of emotion—the passion and pain of loving someone more than the air in her lungs and the glimmer of stars in the night sky.
“I am sorry,” he said. “You once said words had no meaning,” she answered. “Let our actions speak next time.”
“Fate does not make sense. That is why it is so easy to blame.”
“I only worry about what I can control,” Hecate said. “Your mother’s actions are her own. You cannot stop her from choosing this path,
“No one ever said you had to pretend everything was okay,” Hermes said. “Grief means we loved fiercely…and if that is all anyone ever has to say about either one of us in the end, I think we lived our best lives.”
“I will build temples in honor of our love, and I will worship you until the end of the world. There is nothing I wouldn’t sacrifice for you.”
“I will be the reason for your misery, for your despair, for your ruination. I promise you will taste my venom.”
Perhaps live with the knowledge that Demeter did her best given her circumstances and yet know that does not mean your trauma is invalid. We are all broken, Persephone. It’s what we do with the pieces that matters.”
“I am a Goddess of Life,” Persephone said. “A Queen of Death.”
“Are you making a statement, my lord?” she asked as his hands fell to his sides. “I thought that was obvious.” “That I belong to you?” Hades placed a finger beneath her chin as he spoke. “No, that we belong to each other.”
“I have seen love—all forms and degrees—but there is something dear about this love—the kind you two share. It is desperate and fierce and passionate.”
It blossoms and blazes, challenges and teases, hurts and heals. There are no two souls better matched. Apart, you are light and dark, life and death, a beginning and an end. Together, you are a foundation that will weave an empire, unite a people, and weld worlds together. You are a cycle that never ends—eternal and infinite.
She’d said the words so often and meant them deeply, but this time, they brought tears to her eyes. Tonight, they hit differently. Tonight, she felt as though she understood love in a way she never had before—it was wild and free, passionate and desperate. It encompassed every emotion in its attempt to make sense of a world that challenged it.
“You are my everything,” he said. “My first love, my wife, the first and last Queen of the Underworld.”
He’d chosen her, and he would continue to choose her. Even if the Fates unraveled our destiny, I would find a way back to you.
Her mother was the only Olympian missing—and Hades. Then she felt his unmistakable presence—a darkness so delicious, it felt like home as it curled around her waist, and suddenly, she was pulled back against his solid chest. Persephone tilted her head back and felt Hades’s jaw scrape her cheek as his lips settled near her ear. “Angry, darling?” “A little,” she replied breathlessly.
