With her task done, Proserpina gently tugged off of her gloves and half-turned away from him, the shadows already growing to take her home… but Alastor suddenly held his hand out, his fingers very nearly touching the shadow as he stood up, as if intending to follow her.

At that, Proserpina wordlessly commanded the shadows to disperse all at once before it stole his. She glared at the stormy skies, her gaze tired and accusing because she was so certain that somewhere out there in the clouds, way up high in Mount Olympus... there was a certain goddess of love laughing while watching Proserpina's current dilemma.

Then again, it could be Eros for all she knew…

"Are you deaf or are you dense?" Proserpina snapped, not bothering to look behind her, "I am not interested."

"Is this because I'm a werewolf?"

–Excerpt from Chapter IV: Touch Me Not

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"Some of the greatest battles will be fought within the silent chambers of your own soul." 


Just like that she had nearly allowed him to–Proserpina gritted her teeth, willing herself to stop thinking and for gods' sake, stop shaking.


One misstep had nearly cost Proserpina her father's favor. Because no matter how much everyone around her seems to think so, no matter what her own father or his wife says to her– Hades has no love for his daughter truly.


At least, not the type of care that dad no just stop, remember. Remember Hades is your father–William's father–she once had.


Chapter 15: Scarred