He was a God of War, but I was so much worse.
I was death.
I was the destroyer.
And as I advanced toward him, I bent down, sliding over the grass and kicking his legs from underneath him. He fell with a huff, his eyes filled with surprise as I sat down on top of him, wrapping my hand around his throat. My fingers dug into the soft skin underneath his chin, my lips pulling up as the first crunch of his jaw sounded between us.
Ares opened his mouth, his hands flying up, wrapping around my wrists, but there was no use.
"You're mine now." I giggled. "Remember what you told me once, Ares." I leaned down, pressing the tip of my dagger against his heart. "Remember how you mocked me? How you mocked my husband?" His eyes widened further as I let the past mebleed into my eyes. I could feel my soul mending, connecting all those pieces that were floating in the air, too far out of reach.
"P-Persephone?" he choked out.
"Bingo, motherfucker." I moved the tip of my dagger from his heart, and with all the force I had in me, with all the rage, I slammed it into his shoulder, letting it lodge deep inside the muscle, shattering the bones.
Ares bellowed painfully, his head flying back as the poison of death spread through his body, waiting for my final command.
I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck, lifting his head toward me. "You don't get to die yet," I said, looking deep inside his eyes. "You get to suffer, just how he suffered all those years while you all laughed at him. While you all mocked him for daring to love. For daring to be separate from your filthiness. You get to experience an eternity of suffering, and I can't wait until we start playing."
"Hera! No!" I looked up as Zeus's voice wrapped around my consciousness, seeing his beloved wife running toward us with fury written all over her face. I dared to touch her lover.
Oh, how sad.
She extended her arm, the golden tendrils of her power slithering over the grass, like snakes reaching toward me. The dagger lodged deep inside Ares's shoulder ripped out with the skin breaking further as I pulled it out and threw it toward her.
"No!" Ares roared, too fucking weak to get up, but Hera managed to miss the blade only by an inch, cutting her upper arm, leaving a trace of blood in its wake as it lodged itself inside the tree behind her. Hera wrapped her hand around her upper arm, her color draining almost momentarily.
"You—"
But before she could form a full sentence, before she could try to attack again, Zeus materialized behind her and wrappedhis arms around her middle. And disappeared. Right in front of my very eyes.
I blinked, and blinked some more, as the earth roared and Ares moaned under my thighs, but they were no longer there. They were no longer on this island.
I couldn't feel them as my mind brushed over each hill, each tree, and each house existing on the island.
They. Were. Gone.
"No!" I thundered, getting up from the man underneath me. "Nooooo."
My feet carried me toward the tree where my dagger stood lodged, needing to destroy something, someone.
What was the point of Earth even existing if they would try to control it? What was the point of anything when the second half of my soul was no longer here? What was the fucking point of pretending to be the good guy when the villains almost always somehow got away with their shit?
My fingers wrapped around the hilt of the dagger, pulling it out, feeling the rage existing inside the weapon just as it existed in me. And I dropped down onto the cold ground, feeling despair coming from the place I once called home. A place where Hades and I loved each other.
And as tears rushed down my cheeks and the crack in the middle of my heart expanded, I raised the dagger above my head and slammed it into the ground, feeling its power seeping into the earth.
The trees, the life around me, no longer existed. My vision blurred, tinted with shades of red and black.
They all had to die. They needed to disappear.
They deserved death more than they deserved life.
With closed eyes I pressed the dagger deeper into the ground, letting it consume me. Letting it bleed me dry, eating the power seeping from my soul, ready to take over. If I had todie, if I had to disappear, then so fucking be it, but they wouldn't find peace.
They wouldn't own the earth.
The thunderous skies wrapped around me like a blanket, roaring with the madness existing in my very bones. My bloody hand landed on the ground, feeding the ground with the blood of darkness. With blood that could only kill.
