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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.
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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.