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“And I am not above incinerating your nightshade.”
They smiled at each other.
“If you two are finished flirting,” Poseidon shouted.“I should remind you that myfucking leg is on fire!”
“Oh, I haven’t forgotten.” Hecate’s eyes flashed as she returned her gaze to Poseidon, which caused the god to go still. Whatever he saw in her eyes caused him more fear than the fire claiming his leg. Finally, she dismissed the magic. Poseidon brushed at his pant leg, hands shaking as he assessed the damage. The cloth was blackened and curled, parts of it melted into his bubbling skin. He glared at Hecate, and she shrugged a shoulder.
“You called me a witch,” she said.
“You are a witch,” Hades reminded her.
“It was thewayhe said it, like it was an insult. Perhaps next time, he’ll remember the power behind the word.”
Poseidon straightened, fists curled at his sides. Hades sensed his rage churning beneath the surface, fierce like a deadly storm. He was not sure what the god intended to do next. Perhaps he wished to war with Hecate, which would spell disaster for him, his business, and the goal of this meeting.
“Where is the mortal?” Hades asked.
Poseidon’s eyes shifted to his, and Hades felt his hate. Usually, his brother’s intense emotion left him smiling, but today, he felt dread. Poseidon had a number of reasons to fuck this up. Favor or not, Hades had embarrassed him in front of his people and his wife, and while Poseidon had earned Hecate’s wrath, there was only so much the God of the Sea would endure before he took his revenge. Everyone had a breaking point, and Poseidon had done well to stay composed this long. He wondered what sort of magic Amphitrite had worked upon him.
“He will arrive soon.” Poseidon indicted to a watchtower that overlooked his shipyard.“Wait there.”
The two did as he instructed and teleported to the lookout. The box was small, and Hades and Hecate stood shoulder to shoulder as they peered out over the yard. This particular security station overlooked the entrance and the main office. In the distance, a series of lights illuminated hundreds of ships in various states of construction. Hades thought the view was beautiful in its own way.
“He is even more unpleasant than I remember,” Hecate muttered.
“You know he can hear you?” Hades reminded her.
“I hope so.”
Hades smirked, and then his gaze shifted to the entrance of the shipyard. Something rippled in the air—magic, but not Poseidon’s or Hecate’s. He tensed and saw Sisyphus walk into view. The mortal’s thick, broad frame was unmistakable. As he approached Poseidon’s office, the god walked out to meet him.
“That is not a mortal,” Hecate said.
It was at that moment that Thanatos appeared in a billow of black smoke, his great wings spread wide, and he wielded a long blade he used to slide through Sisyphus’body, but the mortal disintegrated into bits of rock and clay.
“Poseidon,” Hades growled.
Sisyphus’laugh echoed from every direction, and Hades looked at Hecate.
“Someone has given the mortal magic,” the goddess said.
“You might be all-powerful, but I can guess your tricks,Lord Hades.”
Hades ground his teeth and called upon his magic, sending his shadows searching for the mortal in the darkness. He would draw the man out like poison from a wound.
“Ah!”
As soon as Sisyphus screamed, Hades teleported, finding him atop the yard’s wide, stone wall.
“Hello, mortal.”
His foot shot out, kicking Sisyphus in the stomach. He fell from the wall onto his back in the middle of the yard. Hades followed, landing on his feet and took a few deliberate strides toward him, spires protruding from his fingertips. He would sink them so far into Sisyphus’chest, he’d puncture his heart.
The mortal groaned and rolled onto his back, eyes widening as Hades approached. He pushed himself onto his elbows, his feet sliding against the dirt as he tried to crawl away.
Again, Hades felt that same shift in the air. It was magic of some kind, but it was not Divine.
“Hades! Down!” Hecate commanded, her voice was near, but he could not see her.
