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This week’s word prompt is “greasy”.
So today we are with back with Demeter and Freddy in the third Gods of DC book.
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**Warning - there are adult situations and language.**
The sounds of boot steps on the hardwood floor tore their attention from each other. Demeter whimpered as Zeus strode in from the dining room. His grin was evil. “Because I told her to. It was either that or I’ll end you like I ended Iasion.”
Freddy growled. “Who the fuck is Iasion?”
Demeter stepped around Freddy, putting herself between him and Zeus. “Get out of my house.”
“Get out of the way, Demeter,” Zeus warned.
“Like hell I will.”
“You would disobey your king?”
“In this instance, yes. What you want is merciless and unreasonable.”
He stopped and smiled at her. It was an evil grin. She watched as his gaze raked over her. “Really? Merciless and unreasonable? I think what I want is perfectly reasonable.”
The room blurred as she felt a pair of strong hands grip her hips and tug her away. Things didn’t fall back into focus until she was staring at Freddy’s broad back.
“You deal with me. Not her,” Freddy demanded.
Zeus raised his hands. “Very well, child.”
The King of the gods fired off a lightning bolt before Demeter could flinch. She covered her mouth with her hands but it didn’t stop the scream erupting from her throat as the shard pierced through Freddy’s chest.
She watched in horror as her lover dropped to a knee and cringed. He gasped a couple of times as he rubbed the singed spot on his coat.
Then Freddy cocked his chin up in defiance as he slowly rose back to his feet. “Is that the best you can do? You throw like a bitch.”
Demeter reached out to him. “Freddy, no.”
Zeus snarled before he struck again. This bolt was larger and brighter than the first, snapping and sizzling with electricity as it soared the short distance to its target.
Freddy’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he crumpled to the ground on impact.
Demeter fell to her knees at his side and gathered him onto her lap. The energy that she used to maintain the illusion of her appearance was swallowed up by her grief. Tears wove down her perfect cheeks. Her clothes dissolved into the crimson chiton she used to wear on Olympus. The hair that fell past her shoulder was no longer streaked with gray.
She wiped her damp cheeks then looked up to find Zeus hovering over them.
“When will you learn, Demeter?” he questioned. “When will you realize who to belong to?”
“Get out,” she demanded through grit teeth.
“He’s still breathing. I’m not leaving until he’s dead.”
She cradled Freddy to her body. “Then you’ll have to kill me too. Because I refuse to exist without him.”
“As you wish.”