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She took Devon’s hand and moved a finger over his soulbond mark.
“She was losing her humanity, Devon. She needed someone to bring her back to herself as much as you needed to be saved, and I am thankful my power was given to you to do so.”
Something in her words brought everything that had happened to the forefront of his mind. As if he had been in a stasis while she spoke.
“Why am I here? Persephone!” He scrambled to stand up, dizziness hitting him as he fell to his knees.
“They brought you here so the forest could heal you, Devon.” Demeter chided as she caught his arm before he fell again in yet another attempt to stand up.
“Demeter, I have to get to Persephone…” he whispered, his eyes begging her to help. Demeter’s face held a sadness before her eyes moved to something over his shoulder, her eyes.
flaring with anger.
“How did you get here?” She asked, her voice full of disbelief.
Devon attempted to turn his head, which was so heavy on his neck that it took all of his remaining strength.
The man from the café in Halcyon stood at the tree line. His hair bound back and his body covered in ancient armor as if he were preparing to lead an army to war.
“Run, if you can, I will try to hold him off,” Demeter whispered, pushing Devon behind her as the man walked slowly and methodically from the trees toward them.
“Atlas, you have no cause or right to be here!”
Atlas. This was Atlas. This huge man made of pure muscle was who they were fighting against? Devon almost gave up and laid on the ground right there in defeat. Even if he had all his strength, and an army, there was no way he could battle this man and win. He was built for war in a way Devon had never seen.
Atlas simply ran his hand across Demeter, her form disappearing from view as he stepped in front of Devon.
“I told you, little God, I would see you soon,” the Titan smiled before putting his huge hand on Devon’s head and everything went dark.
***
Hera stared down the Moirai after blasting into Fates Consulting, ordering them to fix the mess they had made that led to her sister being stabbed through the chest.
“There is not a string for us to follow,” they said all at once as Hera dug her nails into her palms.
Cowardly old witches, she thought to herself.
“That is not going to work here, ladies. You pushed my sister into a situation that took her from this world, so if you enjoy living, you will find a way to bring her back. That is not a request.” Hera’s eyes glowed gold as sparks ignited in her palms.
“Hera, our sweet…”
“Don’t,” Hera growled. “Do not use your nonsense garble to try to give me a fucking piece to a broken puzzle. I’ve listened to your rambling for centuries and put up with it. Now, know this, I tolerate a lot, but anything regarding my sisters is not fair game. I will make anyone who harms them pay, even you three. Consider this your warning. Fix. This.” She pointed her finger at each of the Moirai as her eyes glowed.
“The story has not met its completion,” Lachesis replied as the other Moirai continued to be unnaturally quiet.
“And what the fuck does that mean, Lachesis?”
Hera’s skin and eyes glowed brighter, like a star about to explode.
A warning from the universe the Moirai knew they would be wise to heed.
“It means there is more story to be told. Nothing has been balanced yet. Give it time before you act as we do not have all the players on the board yet.” Clothos replied, keeping an eye on Hera.
If Hera were to attack, it would be fast, and they knew this. She would not give them time to defend themselves before she had them on their knees, pleading for mercy.
“One day I am going to burn this building to the fucking ground. How all of this plays out will determine if you burn with it,” Hera seethed before she disappeared in a bright flash of light.
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