AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Does anyone in this house of horrors work? I need wine,” she muttered as she stood up with the obvious intention to rummage through the kitchen and cellars.
“And yet she was the one mother saved,” Amphitrite muttered as she stood to go watch her sister, making sure she did not over imbibe and sleep her way through the city.
“How are you?” Persephone asked once her sisters had disappeared, her eyes holding concern as she rubbed his hand between both of hers, her fingers moving over the soulbond mark as she traced the lines.
Devon let out a little laugh. “I am not sure. Confused, sad, relieved? I am happy that I am finally where I was meant to be but am working out how my whole soul was waiting to be born into this familial line. It is so much bigger than me and it feels odd that my fate was determined so long ago, but I am extremely relieved that this means I can be with you. A little weirded out that part of your sister is in me, but as long as our kids...” he stopped himself.
She grabbed his chin in her fingers and moved him to face her, and he hoped he hadn’t said too much. The fact that he brought up children caused his heart to thunder. He had enough to think about in the present and not the long-term future.
“You have been gifted this power and it is yours, not Demeter’s. It’s been yours since the first mortal ancestor sowed the first seed full of power.”
She leaned forward to kiss him.
“Always saving me, my Goddess, even from myself.” He whispered against her lips.
“Alright!” Hera returned as she clutched an open bottle of wine in her hands and waved it around.
“Time to figure out what fresh hell our dear father has planned.”
Hera let herself fall into a seat as she swung her legs over the side of one arm and took a hefty drink.
“To the newlyweds!” Hera held the bottle up in mock cheer.
Amphitrite grabbed it from her sister and took an equally impressive swig.
“Sorry we have to plan a battle instead of a party,” Amphitrite smiled as she offered the bottle to Devon and Persephone, both of them shaking their heads.
“Are we discussing Cronus or getting drunk?” Persephone asked after sharing a smile with her
sisters in thanks.
Amphitrite handed the bottle back to Hera, who took another healthy swig and finished the bottle off before she let it drop from her hands.
As it fell, she clapped her hands together, the sound reverberating through his mind and flashes of light sparked out from her hands like lightening.
The room spun around them as if they were in the center of a tornado, completely untouched as everything blurred together.
He realized he never even saw the bottle hit the floor before the study they had just been in disappeared. As if they had been pulled into another dimension, he now stood in a room that looked almost exactly like the place Eros had bound him and Persephone in their dream.
Olympus.
Hera turned to them and smiled.
“Welcome to the war room, my lovelies.”
Chapter 33
Just as the sisters started toward their thrones, the earth began to quake.
Hera held her hands up to hold back her sisters and Devon as cracks moved across the floor towards the thrones.
Not cracks, Persephone realized, vines.
They moved to the empty area next to her throne and dug deep down into the marble floors before bursting back out, building on top of each other.
Something was wrapped within the vines. Something made of stone.
The vines flowered then fell away as if going through the four seasons all in the space of a few moments in time. The remaining vines pulled back and retreated into the earth.
