 Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is "colorful”. This week we are catching up with Freddy in the fourth book in the Gods of DC series, Death Do Us Part. Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  He split his time between the bar and the palace in the Underworld. Once things were cleaned up and the liquor put away, he ghosted to the palace. The rends in reality were a non-stop task. It seemed he only got a break to shoo away a wannabe king sent by Zeus. He barely wrapped things up before he had to head back to the club.
Freddy exhaled a shaky breath. Every thought he had was of Demeter. He ached to touch her, to taste her. He didn’t even want sex, not that he would turn it down. He just wanted to sit on the step to the front door of their house and wrap his arms tight around her. He did his best to send her a message or two everyday but it seemed hit or miss now. He didn’t always get an answer anyway. She was busy too. He knew that. He hoped she knew how much he loved her. He would love her with his last breath. He nudged the door open a little further with his elbow then redirected his steps to the coffee table next to the couch. The office was becoming a pigsty with how busy they had been. He’d have to work that in his schedule too. He caught something dark behind the desk out of the corner of his eye. He glanced over to see someone standing there. It scared the shit out of him. No one was supposed to be in there. He let off a colorful slew of curse words ranging from Gaelic to English to Greek. He snarled as he adjusted his grip on the crate, his gaze focused on Ares. The god of war was dressed in a suit as he leaned on the desk staring at Freddy. Zeus got his claws in him after all. “You have some balls being here,” Freddy snapped. “It’s my office for one,” Ares retorted. “I need your help.” “Don’t give a shit. You turned your back on Hades. You turned your back on all of us. You can fuck off. I have work to do.” Freddy dropped the case of bottles on the coffee table in front of the sofa and stormed to the door. He stopped as he reached for the door knob. “He said he’d banish Juliet,” Ares near shouted, his voice breaking. Freddy turned to him. “What did you say?” Ares dropped his head and stared at the top of his desk. He might have been trying to put on a show of bravado by clenching his hands to his hips but Freddy could see him shaking. “Zeus threatened to banish Juliet to Tartarus if I didn’t help him with Hades. I thought we were going to lunch. The bastard guilts me into one every month. Instead we ended up at your house. Hades can survive that pit until we can get him out. Juliet can’t. She’d…” Ares’s voice trailed off as he bit his lower lip.
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 Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is "pick”. We are actually with Ares and Juliet in the fourth book in the Gods of DC series, Death Do Us Part. Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  “What are you doing here?” Ares near spat at her.
Juliet's restraints kept her from wiping away the tear that trailed down her cheek. “I would like ask you the same thing.” “I belong here. You don’t.” “So you chose power over your family.” Ares let go a chuckle. “Zeus is my father.” “He’s not your family.” “Then tell me who would be?” Juliet paused for a moment. “Annabelle and me. We’re your family.” She thought she saw something flicker in the endless cosmos that radiated in his eyes. It was too dark to tell for certain. His voice rumbled with a growl. “Get out.” It was Juliet’s time to laugh. There was a hopelessness to it. “Wish I could, baby. It’s a little impossible for me to pick the lock from here. I’m just hanging around until your Dad does away with me for good like he did with Hades.” Ares glared at her for a cold, long minute before he issued one last warning. “Get the fuck out of this house. I belong here. You don’t.” He spun on his heel and stormed off into the darkness, slamming the cell shut behind him. Juliet exhaled slowly as she stared up at the ceiling. Maybe it would stop the tears pooling in her eyes. She doubted it. She frowned and lowered her head as she felt the steel that encased her wrists grow lighter. She caught sight of them moments before they disappeared. The chains wrapped around her ankles evaporated into thin air. She rubbed her flesh as she wandered across the cell to the door. There was no way it would open. She heard it latch behind Ares but she nudged it anyway. It swung open with ease at the slightest touch. She wiped the tears off her cheeks as she gasped at it. Did Ares do this? Did he just release her so she could escape? Juliet shook her head. She wanted answers so much it hurt but she wasn’t stupid. She needed to get out of there. She raced as fast as she could down the hall without making noise. The dark shadows crowding around her messed with her bearings. She couldn’t stop though. The guards could show up at any time. Skidding to a halt, she found the open cellar door just beside the steps leading to the first floor. She didn’t see it when she was dragged down here by Zeus’s goons. Sucking in a deep breath, she rerouted her steps and ran out the door into the night. She didn’t stop until she was off the property and down the street.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s is a Picture Prompt. We are back with the fourth book in the Gods of DC series, Death Do Us Part. Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Juliet’s arms and legs ached as they were stretched across the cold cement brick wall, held there by cold, steel chains. Even though she was bound tight she was locked behind bars. She had no idea the basement of a colonial mansion could be so creepy. She used to be a vampire so that was saying something.
Her makeshift cell was at the end of a long empty corridor. The only light anywhere in that area came from cocked open doors and the occasional lamp. Despite the darkness she could see anyone who approached. The hallway was the only way in or out. Her only visitors were men dressed in black suits and ties. Zeus himself certainly wouldn’t bother with her. He hated her from the get go. Each man in the corridor wore a pair of sunglasses reminiscent of a secret agent yet they stood a few inches taller than the average man. They reminded her of the guards that worked for Hades in Las Vegas when her and Ares visited him shortly after they met. Did the big shot gods have their own security detail? She closed her eyes as tears threatened to escape. Ares. She hated him. She missed him. She wanted answers but knew she would never get them. She had been here for awhile and never saw him once. Her arrival made enough ruckus that he had to know she was here The sound of her cell swinging open caught her attention. No footsteps approached or she would have noticed them. Juliet gasped as she looked into the dark eyes of her lover. “Ares.” He stood before her alone, his arms crossed over his chest. He was dressed in a suit like the others. It wasn’t a look Juliet was used to.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is "grassy”. We are with Hades and Persephone in the fourth book in the Gods of DC series, Death Do Us Part. Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Every flat surface in the sunroom was stacked with books a little taller than Juliet. Most of the tomes were covered with leather older than the over three hundred years she had been on this planet. Every other pile had a modern Greek history or romance mixed in.
Hestia figured they could find clues in all sorts of literature. Juliet wasn’t near as convinced. Hestia’s fairy tale castle was a stark contrast to the Maine forest and grassy hills that surrounded it. The goddess of hearth, home and fire transplanted it there from some place in Europe. The sunroom was snaked with ivy and blooms covering the curved glass. It had been her home during the day for her, Athena, Demeter, Hestia and the two little ones for nearly a week. At night, Hestia would prepare a huge family dinner before each of them retired to their own room in the castle. Juliet set the book she held in her lap as she watched Annabelle from her nest in the papasan chair. The baby girl cooed at her cousin Marcus as she clapped her hands. She swallowed a lump in her throat. She was hands down the world’s worst mom. One moments she couldn’t look at her own baby, the next she was holding Annabelle so tight the tot could hardly breathe. Everything about the little girl reminded her of Ares - her smile, her laugh, even the way she pouted. She was easily her father’s daughter and it was tearing the nymph apart. Juliet glanced up as Hestia breezed into the sunroom, a cup of tea in one hand and a paperback book in the other. Her full length skirt whipped around anything in came in contact with from furniture to the playing babies. The cover on the book she held had a half naked man and woman clinging to each other in the throes of passion. Another romance. It was the genre Hestia preferred to research so to speak. For being a virgin goddess, her reading preferences indicated otherwise. “There’s a pot of lavender and hibiscus tea warming on the stove if anyone is interested,” Hestia announced. “How is the research going, my doves?” Demeter smirked at her. She managed to lounge sideways in a leather armchair despite her growing belly. “I’m willing to trade with you. You read this Ancient Greek crap the philosophers wrote and I’ll read the love stories.” Hestia just gave her a patient smile. “Do you really need to read these old things? Don’t you already have a hot, young stallion to toy with? Maybe you should switch up to something a little older like those scrolls the Titans wrote.” “I tried, Sis. I don’t understand them. You’re the oldest. You give it a shot. Or, then again, I could call Poseidon and maybe he can read them.” The quick objection was almost amusing. “I think us two girls can muddle up something.” |
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