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“Hermes,” Hades seethed, and he hoped the god understood what he didn’t say—ask one more question and I’ll burn your balls off.
“Okay, okay.”
Hades took a breath.
Leaving Persephone’s body was torture. It was worse when he had to face his engorged cock, glistening withher.
“Fuck.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, and he frowned.
“Why are you apologizing?”
She started to speak but seemed to decide against it.
“I am not upset with you,” Hades assured and pressed his mouth to hers. “But your mother will regret the interruption.”
That was a promise.
They restored their appearances and left the bathroom. From the hall, they could hear the news reporting on the weather.
“A severe ice storm warning has been issued for the whole of New Greece.”
“What’s going on?” Persephone asked as she came into the living room. Hades was right behind her.
“It’s started to sleet.” Helen was at the window, the curtains parted. Persephone joined her there and looked outside, her arms crossed over her chest, a sign of her anxiety. Hades had heard when the ice had first started to fall, but now it came down like rain.
“This is a god,” the false oracle began. “A god cursing us!”
Silence filled the room at the mortal’s declaration, and while no one would argue the point, it was another to state it in a room with actual gods.
Ben met Hades’s gaze.
“Do you deny it?” he challenged.
“It is not wise to jump to conclusions, mortal,” Hades gritted out.
He really hated this man.
“I’m not jumping to conclusions. I have foreseen this! The gods will rain terror down upon us. There will be despair and destruction.”
Hades glanced at Persephone, who looked pale and uncertain. What Ben said was not outside the realm of possibility, but it was also information anyone could spout so long as they were familiar with the history of Greece.
“Careful with your words, oracle,” Hermes warned. His body had grown rigid, and he stood with his shoulders squared and fists clenched. He had taken great offense to Ben’s words.
“I am only speaking—”
“What you hear,” Sybil interrupted quickly. “Which may or may not be the word of a god, and judging by the fact that you have no patron, I’m guessing you’re being fed prophecies from an impious entity. If you had training, you would know that.”
An impious entity could be anything—another mortal filling his head with impious thoughts or even a soul trapped on this earth, whispering to him in the dark.
“And what is so bad about an impious entity? Sometimes they are the only truth tellers.”
“I think you should leave,” said Sybil, though her voice quaked.
Fucking finally, Hades thought.
“You want me to…leave?”
