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This week’s word prompt is "rancid”. This week we are catching up with Hades in the fourth book in the Gods of DC series, Death Do Us Part.
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Another napkin laid on the cold stone floor. Hades bit back a growl as he bent down and scooped it up. It was the third one that night that ended up on the dirty ground. There were probably more in its wake along with various pieces of cutlery.
He shuffled back to the hovel that served as a kitchen to retrieve another. The strong, rancid scent of decomposing fat hit him like a brick wall. It did every time he stepped in here. What sucked was that the two thin blankets next to the stove doubled as his bed. This stinking, molding room was home now.
He took a last careful step to the pantry to dispose of the napkin in his hand and pluck a new one. If he didn’t, the collar on his neck would choke him back. He was sure his father set it up like that to make him suffer.
This ritual of fine dining had to be a new thing for Cronus and Rhea. The poor excuse for linens had at least an inch of dust on them when he was ordered to use them the first time.
He hurried back to the table to place the napkin in its spot. He spat out a string of curses when he made it back into what served as their dining room. He was right. Three forks and a spoon not waited for him on the floor where the cloth had been. His father’s shitty little creatures knocked them off the table. He was certain Cronus trained them to.
At least he had some room to move around now. For the first few days, he was never further than an arm’s length from Cronus. He slept on the floor next to the Titan’s bed like a dog. He was close enough to be slapped, punched and kicked by his father. There was more than one night he went to bed coughing up splatters of blood. If he would have been mortal he would have been dead by now. As an immortal he just suffered.
Guess his Dad was still bitter over being sliced open so he and his siblings could escape then being banished to Tartarus. Cronus finally relented when Rhea issued an ultimatum to let Hades go. Not that Mom could go anywhere really. She was just as exiled as Cronus. Cronus gave him space but the beatings still came.
Now Hades was no more than a tormented household slave. It was his eternal punishment. The once all-powerful, feared king of the dead was now a slave chained to his masters. Zeus would love to see him now if he had the balls to come down here.
However, nothing here hurt as much as losing Persephone. He tried to forget her but she was everywhere, in the random and few things of beauty in this hell. She lived in his dreams both awake and asleep. He ached to hold her.