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“Yes. You will get to see her. You will need to see her so you can remember why you must follow through on your mission.”
The mortal was in bad shape, but that was to be expected. She was the lamb—a sacrifice sent to slaughter. Without her, he had no compliance from Persephone. Demeter had been right about the goddess, she would do anything to save her friends, anything for the world.
Her righteousness would be the end of her—it would be the end of Hades.
She was finally quiet, at least for a moment, though there was a part of him that wanted her to continue preaching to him as if her values were not her weaknesses. He would use each of them against her later ashebecame Fate, weaving a tortuous existence for the Goddess of Spring until she begged for mercy at his feet.
That was what he wanted from her, what he wanted from the world—submission, obedience.
The thought made his cock swell and he glanced at Persephone. She had crammed herself into the corner of the vehicle as far away from him as possible, though she was angled toward him, as if she expected him to attack.
She was prepared to fight him. He liked that. It made his mouth water, it made his dick twitch.
But he knew self-control and understood hispriorities. He had to execute a plan before he could break her.
And break her he would. He would shatter her so thoroughly she would never find all the pieces.
“You are working with my mother?”
He would not exactly call it working. He did not work with anyone. He used what they offered, and when he was done, he discarded what was left. It was simple. No waste.
“We have common goals,” he said.
“You both want to overthrow the gods,” she said.
“Not overthrow,” he said. “Destroy.”
“Why? What do you have against the gods? You were born from one.”
“I do not hate all gods,” he said. “Just the inflexible ones.”
There were plenty who were willing to concede to his desires to maintain their existence as they had done when the Olympians first overthrew the Titans. Unlike her, they did not care about humanity, only that they could continue to live in comfort upon the Earth.
“You mean the ones who will not let you have your way?”
“You make me sound selfish. Have I not always spoken of helping the greater good?”
And the greater good was of benefit to all, even those who did not realize it.
But it was just a matter of time before they understood—it was either his idea of the future or war—and who wouldn’t want what he had planned? He would bring about a golden age, much like when Cronos ruled. There would peace and prosperity. There would be noneed for rules or laws outside of the expectations he had for the world, and his worshippers would listen because he would provide their every need.
And Persephone, whether she wanted to or not, would bring about eternal spring. He would use her as he used all gods—the ones he could force, of course.
“We both know you want power, Theseus. You are only playing at offering mortals what other gods will not grant.”
He played at nothing but she was soon to realize that.
Theseus grinned. “Ever the skeptic, Lady Persephone.”
His smile did not work on her the way it worked on others. She did not relax or stop scowling. She continued to glare, angry and defiant. Usually, he liked defiance because he could punish it, but right now, he needed her to obey so he could execute his plan.
She did not seem scared so much as angry, which annoyed him.
It did not matter, he supposed, because by the end of this, she would fear himandshe would hate him.
Then she would be perfect.
When they arrived at the Diadem, he reached across and wrenched her face between his fingers, forcing her to look at him. She stiffened beneath his touch, and he knew no matter how he coaxed, she would never ease beneath him. That was fine. He only needed her willing to a point, beyond tonight, he did not care.
