#azesia

04.22.25 + 06.28.25 + 07.27.25

12.10.24 + 01.07.25

08.22.2024 + 08.23.2024 + 09.01.2024

Persephone was feeling lonely and bitter today. She wandered the halls of the palace, knowing it was cold above ground. It was warm in here but her heart felt like ice. She didn't know where her husband was... the bastard that dragged her down her, and then like some Stockholm patient, she'd been happy with it in the end. Six months underground for a crown, a man, a realm? Was it really that much to give up?

Only when it was tiring. Only when the pact had gone awry. The punishment had pleased her: He stole her, he was stuck with her. No running off with slim young things that had the lifespan of demented gnats. They were nothing to her—she learned that after Minthe. Poor girl was a mint plant now. It wasn't truly her fault. But her husband... he had his lesson to learn, and he'd been learning it. He'd slipped up so few times; she was proud of that. Adonis had been her test for him.

But now? Now he was encouraged. It made her ill.

She hated his demi-god offspring. Hated Nico, who manipulated the ghosts that were her daughter Melinoe's alone, by birthright; Melinoe, full-blooded, hers and Hades'. And she hated Azesia and Hazel and all those others who would eventually follow. She didn't know them, didn't want to know them. Persephone squished a pomegranate in her fist, satisfied as it seemed to bleed. Hades would come back soon. Soon, yes. Then she would remind him what he'd left behind. She was still faithful. If only out of spite.