Cerberus stood guard, a low growl rumbling in his chest as his tail swept side to side.
I poured everything into that kiss—all my devotion—and she met it with equal fire. Her hands tangled in my hair, her body pressed hard against mine. I deepened the kiss, and the sound she made went straight to my cock. My tongue swept into her mouth, tasting her, drinking in the scent of night blooms and honey. I could never get enough of my queen.
When we broke apart, she was breathless, lips swollen, gray eyes bright with lust. I smiled, pure male satisfaction coursing through my bloodstream.
“I love you, Persephone,” I said, letting my enemies hear it. “I’ve loved you since the first moment I saw you. I’ll love you even after time itself ends.”
“Even after time ends,” she whispered, “I’ll still be yours.”
Aphrodite trembled with envy and disgust. “This display is inappropriate!”
Before I could glare and call the Goddess of Love the sham she was, a slow, mocking clap drew every eye to the entrance.
Apollo strolled into the chamber, smirking like the cat that had caught the canary.
Poseidon saw him and gestured frantically, mouthing the words:stab Hades in the back while he’s distracted.
Apollo only laughed, the sound echoing coldly through the hall.
“Oh, Poseidon,” he said. “You really think I’d help you now? After what you did to Daphne? To Hyacinthus?” He hissed. “You don’t even remember their names, do you? But I remember every detail. I remember how you sacrificed them.”
He stepped closer, his expression freezing over. “I don’t forget, and I never forgive. I’ve been waiting for this—for your downfall.”
Poseidon’s face darkened with fury, his eyes blazing. He felt no remorse—none of them ever did.
Persephone and I stood over my fallen brothers, our fingers laced together.
“What would you have me do with this lot, my queen?” I asked, gesturing toward the bound gods. Only Apollo remained free, standing apart.
Fear rolled off the elite gods. Now they knew what it felt like to be at someone else’s mercy.
“We were only following orders!” Athena argued. “Zeus commanded us! We had no choice!”
“Spineless,” Persephone said with disgust.
“We’ll tell you everything!” Hera called. “Who was behind each murder and who paid the assassins!”
Secrets poured out—centuries of plots, names, dates, methods. Anything to save themselves until my queen stopped them. She’d heard enough.
New threads sprang from her fingers, dragging the elite gods toward the courtyard’s center. Zeus and Poseidon were forced to the front, bound and on display—the once-mighty rulers of Olympus, defeated and humiliated.
She left Demeter untouched. My queen’s mercy toward her mother was more than the goddess deserved, but cruelty to her own blood was not in Persephone’s nature.
Zeus and Poseidon cycled through curses, pleas, and threats—each stage of their defeat laid bare in turn.
In the courtyard, we made the gods watch as the death wave rolled over their golden city. My army flooded every street. Demons tore down monuments. Beasts reduced buildings to rubble. The dead wailed their songs of loss.
Olympus crumbled. Everything they’d built over eons fell into ruin.
“Long live Queen Persephone!”
The roar of the Underworld’s army shook the foundations, tens of thousands of voices beating like war drums.
Dante moved to Persephone’s other side, still in his full archdemon form, grinning with savage satisfaction. He bowed deeply to my queen.
“You executed the classic Trojan move like a professional, Your Majesty,” Dante said. The archdemon of terror seldom praised anyone—not even me, his king. “Flawless from start to finish.”
“Of course.” Persephone grinned. “Anything for my king and our people.”
