THE SON OF DEIMOS

THE SON OF DEIMOS

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He originates from the god of terror himself, and has taken over after the death of Deimos. He does not hesitate to live up to his name, for he is colder than anyone has ever been, and he reigns with terror, killing and destroying; up until when he is overthrown by his father's twin, (Phobos) and has to seek refuge from the latest victim of his treacherous ways. Ethan refuses to believe she will be of harm, though she seethes with hatred for him and wants revenge for her mother's death. But trusting someone has never been so hard, not when she is the daughter of deceit herself.
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Persephone has already been kidnapped by Hades, her unwanted and unexpected suitor. Demeter has already cast a famine on all the humans in her grief. Hades struggles to win Persephone over...but perhaps Persephone has always been meant to be with him, and she wasn't an innocent as she was thought she was... Moderate explicit parts. *not finished* "Look, Persephone, you're a reasonable Goddess, more reasonable than most. You have to understand I was not born the Lord of the Underworld. The title was appointed to me because I was the unlucky one. My job is just as important as my brother's jobs. I wasn't selected because of my cruel ways but now because of the way people speak of me and fear me now I am the cruel one whether or not I like it. Do you honesty think it is fair that it should work that way? People take one look at me and assume I'm the devil." Persephone crouches back in her seat. I realize I am standing and seat myself, trying to calm myself. "Do you honestly think that being in charge of the dead and judging them makes me undeserving of love, of a wife? I'm doomed to be exiled down here. I don't even have the sun to keep me warm, Persephone. You're all the sun I have..." *This story is also not meant to be factually accurate, and is simply an interpretation of the story.

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