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Hecate shoved maps and papers off a table in the study before Thanatos laid Persephone down.
“Persephone!” Devon heard Amphitrite run into the room as he focused on the pallid face of his wife.
“Calm down,” Hera ordered from somewhere else in the room. “Find someone to fix this. Now.”
Moving to take Persephone’s face in his hands, Devon felt his power, stronger from being amplified with his mother’s last breath, as it moved over them both.
Ignoring the sounds of glass breaking and people gasping, he focused solely on Persephone, the world around them a dull hum in the back of his mind.
He felt something move along his bond with Persephone.
Life. He felt life.
The ebb and flow of it.
The push and pull.
An almost transparent string came into view, one that was connected to her from him, tethering and binding their souls together.
He pushed his life force down into her through the string, not worrying about the consequences.
A torrent of shadows and leaves swirled around them, trapping them in a vortex of their own making, and keeping the others from stopping him should they try.
He suddenly understood why Eros was so determined that they bond. He could feel the state of her soul in the mark on his wrist as it responded to his magic. The mark warming as he fed his power and life force into her. Their bond keeping her tethered to this world. To him.
He gave all of himself. Pushed everything he had inside him into her. Giving her back life at the cost of his own.
Refusing to stop, he continued to fight for the woman he loved. If she died, then he was going to follow.
Whispering those words against her neck, he felt his entire body go lax beside her.
As his soul reached out and moved from him to join hers.
As everything around him went black.
***
Persephone gasped for air as she regained consciousness.
Blinking against the bright light, her eyes focused on a sunny sky filled with clouds.
The mortal realm?
That couldn’t be right. Hadn’t she been run through?
Persephone looked down at her unblemished chest. No blood nor open wounds.
“Welcome to my domain, friend.”
Turning her head in the direction the voice came from, she slowly made out the blurred image that became Hecate in her true form.
Her silver hair floated in the wind, eyes pure mercury, skin shimmering like moonlight. A dark purple dress that opened to her navel, slits up the side to her hips, and a belt with moons on it holding the dress in place.
Hecate’s doubles stood behind her, not real twins of hers, but ones created from her power. One for each road and each choice, so they could guide the soul to their final destination. The three roads veering off into different directions.
“Crossroads,” Persephone whispered, finding herself weak as Hecate bent to help Persephone up into a sitting position.
“The one and only. I had hoped you would come here, but I still worried.”
