𝒟𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒜𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈

~𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒪𝓃𝑒~

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"You will have a daughter, your middle child, she will be called Persephone, and she is destined for the darkness. She is destined to be Queen of the Underworld."

Persephone, the name meaning to destroy.

No, Demeter wouldn't allow it. She would change the fates, whatever it took.

The fates had long proclaimed what would be the fate of the middle child of Demeter, through all her fights, her pleads to the fates to unravel the magic that casted her daughter with the god of the dead, the way she begged Zeus to intervene, only for her concerns to fall on deaf ears. Demeter was a mother, her name literally translating to earth mother, she took on children who had no home, raised them in the northern side of the Greek countryside to keep her children out of eyesight from the other gods. She refused to let her children be used as political gain, even if it was not tempting for her every so often. She could've secured alliances that would benefit her and her children for years to come, but she couldn't put them through the poison of moving amongst the gods.

Persephone was her only blood born child, a goddess by blood. She was sunshine personified, bright blonde hair, spring green eyes, golden skin with rosy cheeks. It was nearly unbelievable that the little girl, would turn into shadows, commanding the darkness that would awaken in her. Demeter protected Persephone with her life, tears forming every time those bright green eyes landed on Demeter's much duller hazel, igniting a fire in her heart. She couldn't let Persephone turn into the queen of darkness, into the queen of the underworld, she had to mute the magic that resided in her.

A month after Demeter gave birth to Persephone, Zeus appeared on her doorstep with a small child bundled up, a beautiful little girl with brunette hair and bright blue eyes, pale skin that was soft to the touch. "She is the daughter of a king, but she will grow to match the beauty of Aphrodite, the gods have given her immortality, she will walk amongst us and we've selected you to be her mother, to raise her." Zeus spoke gently, handing the small baby girl over to Demeter, watching the woman's face light up, trailing a small hand down her new daughters face. "How old?" Demeter asked, looking up at Zeus, his smile bright, the storm clouds looming in the back of the fields showing that his emotions were wild. "Two months, raise her well." Zeus spoke, stepping down from the doorstep of the small cottage. "Her name is Psyche." Demeter called out, Zeus turning on heel to look at the goddess. "Beautiful name, I look forward to seeing them both grow up."

Persephone seemed keen of Psyche, their bond forming almost instantly. The two would hold hands during feedings, the squealing that left their tiny mouths brought Demeter joy, her heart so full she felt like it would burst. The world seemed to slow when Persephone or Psyche would look in Demeters direction, and for a moment, she would forget about what the fates decided for Persephone. Gods, what would they decide for Psyche as well? She would be on her way shortly to find out, granted they would come to her. But her main concern was Persephone, keeping her protected from the man in the shadows was her number one priority, as much as Demeter loved Psyche, she was not in immediate danger. But with how their bond has formed, Demeter knew that protecting Persephone, meant protecting Psyche as well. If she placed them anywhere, they would have to go together.

"Zeus, please, how can you look at the golden girl in your arms, and say that there's nothing you can do to change her fate?"

"Demeter, I want to protect her as much as you do, my brother may be cruel, but he does care about people. He is not all that bad. She is young, the fates cannot be changed." Zeus spoke lightly, his thumb trailing down the young girls face, no older than 5 months, a toothless smile meeting the mans blue eyes, his heart being tugged in different directions. "Mute her magic, please." Demeter pleaded, holding the six month old Psyche to her chest, tears welling in her eyes.