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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For what seemed to be like a hundredth time in his very short mortal life, William wishes he has the ability to edit and delete some very specific memories again... because he is pretty sure that he's never ever going to be able to look at his sister and Alastor Nyx the same way.


He was also sure he had done absolutely nothing wrong to somehow earn this kind of bullshit. After all, William was just here to check on his sister and then go straight home to watch Badanamu to shower his brain with pure wholesomeness, okay? What's the harm in that?!


This kind of shit is what he gets after trying to be a good little brother for once! "Nick," William began, trying and failing to keep his voice even, "...please be honest, have I ever done something bad to you?"


The fucker has the audacity to even look pensive, "Well, other than throwing the wolves to me on my day off... none that I can recall. Why do you ask?"


Chapter 39: The Son of Athena (part 1)