Hades
"With Burning passion I live another day, but yet I am nothing without her" Alex Jones
Anger flashes in my mind it has been weeks since I read that note weeks since I found out that Maeve was never supposed to be mine. God, I scream into my dimly lit room anger flooded every sense of my mind.
I lost myself once again to that burning rage I ripped the covers to bits, and I destroyed my room there was not a piece of furniture that could be saved from my wrath.
I surveyed the damage not once feeling remorse with a sharp snap of my fingers the torn furniture became brand knew, and I was debating rather going back at it when my bedroom door opened and Elizebeth walked in my ex who is also a spy for me gave me one of her collective smiles that she knew that I hated.
" Why are here?" I breathed not daring to back out of her green eyes as they searched mine looking for any sign of weakness when she found none she diverted her gaze elsewhere surveying the bed the broken mattress and the covers that I have yet to fix.
She gave me another one of her grins "WOW" she muttered, still not looking at me she propped herself onto the bed like she has done countless of times before when Maeve was away.
She smiled at the memory, "Are you going to tell me what you need to or am I going to have to kill you" I need not bother to hide the snarl that escaped my lips in fact I embraced the anger.
She stops to look at me chewing on her bottom lip this time it was my time to look away and I saw her amusement in her eyes, but yet I say nothing letting the cool calm rage settle onto my face.
" Yes their is something The queen Faye wants her dead apparently Maeve has taking a liking to Prince Coleson she has agreed to sneak her out, but only if you court her and help the Fayes kill all of the Gods and take control over Humanity." I stop mid step and face her she did not hide her purr as she said "Then you can take over their world hades" she steps to me placing her hand on my shoulder this could be it away to save Maeve and then I will find my own way of salvation.
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The garden of roses
FantasyMy head starts to pound louder and louder till every bone 'in my body seemed to grant way, and gravity pulled me down, and then the orb goes merely black. Is this what death looks like for immortals I asked myself. I peered into an abyss of nothing...
