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This week’s word prompt is "race”. We are with Hades and Persephone in the fourth book in the Gods of DC series, Death Do Us Part.
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Hades gripped at the stones and dirt beneath him where he crouched. Everything around him was dark like it was the verge of twilight and shaded a sort of mauve. He let go a slow, steady breath. Sadly, he knew in was the middle of the day here.
He didn’t have to look around him to see where he was but he glanced around the barren wasteland anyway. In the distance, he could see Atlas still hoisting the sky up just like he had for thousands of years.
He let his body collapse in the dust. Fuck. He was in Tartarus. He wouldn’t have much time to hide before the Titans found him.
He raised his head then sprung from the ground like a sprinter from his blocks in the biggest race of his life. His stumbled his first steps but smoothed out his stride.
Hades only made it a few yards before his whole body yanked backwards. He crumpled back to the ground in a heap. What little light Tartarus held was dimmed out by large figures surrounding him. They were far larger than any human.
Hades sucked in a breath then cocked back his head to look at the Titan in front of him. “Hey, Dad.”
“Dad?” the Titan bellowed. “What is this ‘dad’ nonsense?”
The female titan next to him tugged sharp on his tunic. “Cronus, enough.”
Cronus scowled at her. “Rhea, do not interfere. It’s about time one of these brats learns some manners.”
Hades sat back on his heels and growled. “So it was alright to eat us?”
“You threw us in this miserable hell hole,” Cronus shouted, his voice echoing through the barren wasteland.
“Because you ate us,” Hades countered.
“Was it that? Or did you and your worthless brothers and sisters want my power? How has it felt to be a god for the last few thousands of years?”
Hades shrugged nonchalantly. He had a feeling deep in his gut he was going to regret it later. “To be honest, I drew the short straw and ended up with the underworld. No great shakes but all in all can’t complain.”
He heard his mother huff about a split second before Cronus’s hand across his face sent him sprawling across the dirt again.
“Always the smartass, Hades,” Cronus quipped.
Hades tried to rub the sting of the Titan’s slap away. “Glad nothing has changed, D...I mean, Father.”
He felt Cronus’s fingernails scrape the back of his neck. He was hauled off his feet until he was staring his father in the eye.
Hades forced himself to be calm even though his heart nearly pounded out of his chest. Cronus has scared the living shit out of him since the moment he was born. By the slight smirk on Cronus’s lips, the Titan could sense that.