Author: Scarlett St. Clair
Genre: Fantasy, Romance
Year: 2023
Series: Hades X Persephone Saga
SUMMARY
Hades, God of the Dead, has finally made Persephone his in every way possible. With their wedding on the horizon, the couple should be ecstatic. But Demeter is wreaking havoc on their bliss by battering the whole of New Greece with erratic and dangerous weather. At the same time, Theseus continues with his agenda against the Gods, allying with the hate-group Triad in an effort to bring down all of Olympus.
Hades refuses to allow anything to stop him from securing Persephone as his bride, but he must play a deep strategic game with the Gods of Olympus to safeguard their future. And it is not entirely clear which Gods are truly on his side.
CHAPTER I
HADES
Hades stood a few feet from a burning farmhouse.
All that remained was the frame, a faint outline of what the house once was, and yet the flames still raged, filling the night with smoke and ash. At his feet was the corpse of an old man, the farmer who had lived within, his back full of bullet holes. Nearby, his soul drifted, unaware that it had departed his physical body, executing what Hades could only assume was his nighttime routine. That was usual for any mortal who experienced sudden death.
The old man had not seen this coming.
Not that he should have. The only thing this farmer was guilty of was seeing the ophiotaurus, a half-bull, half-serpent monster that was also a prophesied god killer. Someone had caught wind and visited the farmer to learn more under the guise of authority, and once they had what they wanted, they killed him.
Hades felt Thanatos’s magic flare as he manifested beside him, a slice of shadow that blended in with the night. Even his pale hair and face caught the reflection of the flame.
Neither of them spoke—there was no need. Nothing could be done beyond guiding the farmer’s soul to the Underworld. Once he was settled in Asphodel, it was possible he might be able to give them information on who had murdered him, but Hades worried it would be too late. By then, there would be more sightings of the ophiotaurus, and whoever was after it would continue to leave a trail of bodies behind until they caught up with the monster.
“I mourn deaths like these the most,” said the God of Death.
“Murders?” Hades asked.
“He did not have long left on this earth, and yet his life was taken anyway.”
Hades said nothing, but he agreed.
This farmer’s death was not necessary. The only useful information he might offer was confirmation that the ophiotaurus lived, but there were other ways to validate that rumor, and they did not involve killing.
Hades would find whoever had done this, and their punishment would be swift and fitting.
His eyes shifted from the fire to the farmer’s soul, which was now frantically trying to enter the burning barn, likely attempting to reach the animals within, but they were already gone.
“Give him peace,” Hades said.
At this point in his long life, he did not often feel sympathy for the dead, but in these moments, when the cruelty of humanity was most evident, the burden of granting relief weighed heavily.
Thanatos nodded, stretching his wings as he made his way toward the soul.
Hades left the scene, wandering into the vast field beyond the farmer’s home, far from the glow of the fire.
Overhead, the stars glimmered so bright, they cast shadows, his the greatest among snow-dusted blades of grass. It was freezing, though it was summer—an untimely gift from Demeter, the Goddess of Harvest.
There were no coincidences.
On the night he had officially proposed to Persephone and she accepted, the storm had begun. It was Demeter’s declaration of war and the weapon she would use to tear them apart. It seemed insignificant, just a few frozen drops, but it was just the start of something worse to come.
People would die. It was a matter of time.
And when that happened, would Persephone fight for their love, or would she give in to her mother to save the world?
He hated that he believed the latter.
He realized it was a horrible position, an impossible one. If Demeter truly loved her daughter, she would never have given her the ultimatum.
Hades considered these things as he searched the sky, eyes connecting stars. Among the sketches they made, he noted Cetus, the sea monster slain by Heracles; Auriga, the Greek hero raised by Athena; Aries, the golden ram whose fleece could cure any living thing; and Orion, the hunter who dared to cross Gaia, but Taurus, the constellation set at their center on the ophiotaurus’s death during the Titanomachy, was gone.
It was the evidence Hades had been looking for. What Ilias had said was true—the monster had been resurrected. Not that he hadn’t believed him, but rumors did not make something true.
“Fucking Fates,” he growled, and he was right to curse them. Lachesis, Clotho, and Atropos had orchestrated this resurrection, though he knew it had only come about because he had killed Briareus, one of the Hecatoncheires, the hundred-handed giants who had aided the Olympians during the Titanomachy. Hera, the Goddess of Marriage, had seen an opportunity for revenge against the giant who had helped Zeus escape his bindings when she, Apollo, and Athena attempted to overthrow him.
“A soul for a soul,” the Fates had said.
He felt a pang in his chest, remembering how Briareus had died. There had been no grief, no begging or anger, only peaceful acceptance. Perhaps that was the worst part, the trust the giant had placed in him, that it had been his time to go and not that his death had been ordered by another god.
And even as Hades had taken Briareus’s hand and drew his soul from his body, like a slice of shadow shaken from the darkness, he had known the consequences would be far reaching, beyond even what the Fates could weave, because once Zeus and Briareus’s brothers, Gyges and Cottus, discovered what he had done, he would no longer have their support or allegiance. Not that he believed either brother would choose him over Zeus. He was not the one who had rescued them from the darkness of Tartarus. Still, they had been allies to the Olympians in the war against the Titans, helping drive the elder gods into the depths of Tartarus. It meant that if Hades found himself in opposition to Zeus, as he was certain to, especially given his engagement to Persephone, he would not have the help of the two remaining giants when things came to a head, and he could not blame them.
Hades had repaid their loyalty with an execution./