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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"I do solemnly swear that I am up to no good." 


Nicholas Cayden was one of the three demigods permitted to live after the Righteous purge, all thanks to his mother, the goddess of wisdom's mercy. 


He was fourteen when the orphanage he had been at was devoured out of nowhere by a sink hole (that wasn't supposed exist) and would have been killed just as hundreds of demigods had been hunted down by the monsters brought forth from the Underworld–and all the other gods–if Athena hadn't intervened, hadn't led her remaining demigod child to the newly turned goddess Proserpina and directed him to become a monster mercenary to have not only one but two goddesses on his side, for his own safety.


Chapter 40: The Son of Athena (part 2)