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This week's word prompt is "thanksgiving”. This not the story I wanted to share. I have a book due before it but the prompt wouldn’t fit.
So, here is Demeter in the third book of The Gods of DC Series! And her man? You’ve met him before. 😉
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*Warning - there are adult situations and language.**
It should have been a time of Thanksgiving. It really should have.
Demeter stared at the calendar hanging from her kitchen wall, the mauve flowered wallpaper a stark contrast to the photo of orange calico kittens frolicking in a basket. She gripped the red marker between her fingers a little tighter.
There were only three more weeks until her precious daughter, Persephone, would be home. There were already signs of the seasons changing every time Demeter thought about it. The temperatures peaked above freezing when Demeter planned out Persephone’s homecoming, taking particular care to avoid pomegranates. The fruit had been a touchy subject between them for thousands of years. It was best to ban them from the house altogether.
If that wasn’t enough, the Pantheon had been blessed with the birth of two new demigods and Demeter was a great aunt once again. Annabella was the first to arrive, her near black hair and big, dark eyes made her a miniature image of her mother, Juliet.
A little over a month later, Marcus followed her. He was the hairiest baby Demeter had ever seen but also the happiest. It was easy to see he got his looks from his father, Mack. His demeanor? Not so much.
Yet all the joy fell from Demeter’s heart and tension returned when she discovered that Penelope was not in the Underworld ruling as its queen like she was supposed to be. She was in the mortal world at her husband’s side while Hades set up his new mixed martial arts promotion.
And it wasn’t a rumor. She heard it directly from Ares, Hades’s partner, during her last visit to see Annabella. In fact, it was the first time she had seen her nephew since the little girl had been born.
Persephone was in her world and she had no idea. That bastard, Hades, kept her to himself and didn’t bother to let Demeter know. The last she heard, the promotion was just some ideas on paper. In reality they were in the final planning stages of their first show.
The marker in her hand bowed dangerously against her grip. Hades. Ares. Mack. She spit the names like curses. They were all neck deep involved with this charade. They all could have called her, shot her a text or sent an e-mail. All she wanted to do was see her daughter. Was that so wrong?
Demeter sighed as she stepped away from the calendar and set the marker on the counter. The last she heard, the three of them set up shop in Ares’s fight club in London. That’s where Persephone would be. That’s where she was heading now.