Energy coursed through me crackling over my skin like blue flames as I forced a portal open. This shit was scary, magick wasnt like flicking an ON switch. This was like trying to catch lightning in a body.
Suddenly I was hurdling through time and space, my mind focused on Hades. You know I hadnt exactly thought this through.
What if he was at the bottom of the ocean?
What if he was sitting in a volcano?
I had to keep focused or else I might actually land in one of those locations. Magick was better than an iphone locator. Next thing I knew I was landing on my plump ass in the middle of what looked like an empty dining hall that was being prepared for a feast.
"Where the fuck am I?" I asked outloud as some maiden came around the corner. She looked to be in her late 20s and a hint of familiarity came over her beautiful face.
"A mortal on Olympus, how strange," the maiden spoke.
I scrambled to get off the large table. "Have you seen a guy....whole leather death god thing going on?"
"You mean Hades?" She asked.
The dinning hall was beginning to fill up with.....well I dont know what else to call them but the good folks of Olympus looked a little different than just black and white and Asian. Im talking pointed earred, fangs, flowing white hair; this was the shit of mystical dreams. At some point I'm pretty sure I saw a unicorn walk by.
"Yes, Hades?" I was still looking around lost and confused.
"My....ex doesnt usually come here...he is not the type..." she spoke.
I took her in. This was Persephone in the flesh. She was beautiful, I could see why the myths said he kidnapped her.
"I'm pretty sure he's here...somewhere," I spoke.
"I'm trying to tell you mortal bitch, he does not come to Olympus. He is not loved here, he is not honored here."
I could Persephone was that person. Before I could bitch her out , I spotted Hades across the full room. "Never mind, spotted him..."
I moved away from her; I was just the tiniest bit pissed the fuck off by her attitude but it was like whatever.
Hades eyes landed on me, I was of course easy to spot in the crowd. I had on fucking jeans.
I saw him choke on whatever it was he was sipping on. "What are you...how did you get here?"
"Spell," I took the goblet he had in his hand and sipped. The liquid was sweet and warm. "You ex still watching?"
He didnt even look, good boy. "I'm not dealing with her this day."
"Good," I pulled him closed and tongued him down. "Wheres the nearest broom closet in this place?"
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Daughter of the Dark: Brotherhood of Death
Genç Kız EdebiyatıCassandra is from a long line of witches but prefers to steer clear of magic. Her dreams say differently. They guide her to a mysterious man with blue eyes... a death god hell bent on claiming her as his own. Hades has waited a thousand years for Ca...