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“I’ve come because you’ve done enough damage, little Goddess, you and your sisters. We’ve waited too long for you to release him, so we will be taking it into our own hands now.”
“He has been imprisoned for reasons of his own doing. I will not release him, nor will you access the gates…” A loud boom cut Persephone off.
Crius had clapped his hands together causing the ground to vibrate, knocking down stones that had covered the gate. One large stone headed their way, and without thinking, Persephone grabbed Devon and shadow jumped them out of the way.
Her eyes moved from the gate to behind it as a herd of ghostly rams crested a ridge to the north of the plains, running straight at them.
Crius had moved up the hill and started to physically pull the rocks down while they were distracted.
“Enough!” Devon boomed, throwing his hands out. Black vines with razor sharp thorns shot up from the ground. Some moved at an incredible speed towards Crius, while the others moved to the herd, tripping and curling around the rams, turning them back to the dust they had been created from.
She could feel Devon pulling power from the Underworld, and the Underworld happily allowed it through his bond with Persephone.
A smile crossed her lips as she let her eyes bleed to black and released the Goddess within her.
The vines made it to Crius before he had a chance to jump down from the pile of stones. They grew around his hands and yanked him down flat on his back in the boneyard surrounding the gates.
Thorns cut into his flesh, meat and white bone showing where he struggled, his ability to heal no help against the onslaught. The vines squeezed him tighter as he tried to escape, his blood dripping down on to the ground where the Underworld absorbed it and took his power to funnel it into her and Devon.
She called her wraiths up from the ground, watching as they moved in and out of the Titan, blood flowing freely from his mouth.
Devon’s vines tore Crius’ outside to shreds while Persephone’s wraiths tore through his insides.
“We are not done here,” Crius yelled as he choked on the blood coming up from his internal injuries. “You’ve already lost, little Goddess.”
A loud pop echoed around them, the Titan disappearing, leaving only the dead husks of vines falling to the ground, the breeze carrying the dust of the vines away on the wind.
Persephone looked over to where Devon stood, his eyes aflame watching his vines disintegrate while his dragon returned to his skin, a new tattoo peeking out from under Devon’s shirt. His hands shook a little as he turned to her, his eyes returning to the beautiful green she loved.
“No one should be able to leave the Underworld without my say so.” Her voice cut like glass as anger colored her tone. “We have a lot to discuss.”
Chapter 38
By the time they strolled into the castle, dirty and exhausted, they hadn’t spoken a word.
Devon could feel her anger pulsing outwards, rage visible in Persephone’s demeanor, and was not about to trigger her further with questions over what the Titan had said.
The discussion he knew was coming could wait, she needed time to decompress. Everything in her world was changing after being the same for centuries, and though everything was lining up, answers finally finding their way to the light, all of it had to be grossly overwhelming.
She stopped at the foot of the stairs with her hand on the newel post as she turned to him.
“We should clean up before we call a meeting.” Her words were clipped, but he knew it was nothing personal. He simply nodded, knowing that like him, she just needed to get out of her own head for a moment.
A feeling he knew all too well.
Shadows erupted around her and she was gone. It was a cold and abrupt departure, even for her, but they both had a huge feat ahead of them. His knowledge on the Titans was lacking, but even he could smell the war brewing.
“Sir?” a Reevka appeared next to him having taken his lack of movement as a summons.
Shaking his head almost absentmindedly, Devon turned to walk up the stairs, the Reevka disappearing back into the shadows without a word.
Without conscious thought, he found himself standing in front of Persephone’s door, his hand raised to knock, unsure of why and what his intentions were.
She needed space, yes, but he was concerned. He knew she could handle herself, but he was her partner, and as such he had promised to share the burdens of life with her.
Slowly lowering his hand, he took a step back. He also needed to know when to let her have time to think. To have a moment of peace without having to worry about him or what he thought. He should go ready himself for the meeting like she was most likely doing behind that door.
Turning away with every intention of doing just that, he froze when he heard a large crash from inside her room and found himself shoving her door open before his mind even processed that he was moving.
