29 Days of Smut 2016
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aftanithA self-imposed challenge of my own creation, running from February 1, 2016 to February 29, 2016. I only plan to start these stories (producing around a thousand words for each), not to finish them within the month.
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The Rape of Persephone [1/?]
Date: 2016-02-10 12:33 pm (UTC)The main roles will be played by Sparrow (Persephone), Frost (Hades), and Octavian (Zeus/Demeter). Minor roles will be played by Simon (Adonis), Nadia (Aphrodite/Artemis), Loretta (Aphrodite/Hera), Izzy (Athena), Idris (Poseidon for lack of a better option), and possibly Seth (Ares).
So we'll see how this works out.
Nadia sometimes pitied her youngest sister, and it was for the very same reasons that she envied her. The girl was naive, young and innocent and still untouched, and she was utterly confident in her safety, even as their father watched her like he did; somehow it had simply not yet occurred to her that she was in the same danger that the nymphs and the mortals were, didn't yet realize that even her sisters weren't immune, as they had led her to believe.
At some point in the near future ,they all knew--save Sparrow--that they would finally learn whether this deception, committed of Nadia and Loretta's own volition but eagerly encouraged by their father, had been the right thing for the girl. After all, Sparrow was the skittish type, strong-willed and liable to run once the danger became clear, and while Nadia and Loretta hoped to keep their sister innocent and safe for a long as they could, Octavian hoped to keep her there.
And eventually, their father would finally make his move. Nadia could only hope that once he did, Sparrow didn't make the wrong decision. Octavian's wrath was not something she wished to see again. Not against another of her sisters.
Sparrow had never met either of her uncles, and if her father had his way, she wouldn't meet them tonight, either. For the first time in centuries, generations in the fleeting lives of mortals, the three of them--Octavian, King of the Gods and Lord of the Earth; Frost, Lord of the Underworld; and Idris, Lord of the Seas--were gathering together in the Hall atop the Mountain, and while both of her sisters had been invited to attend the feast on their honor, Sparrow's own request to join them had been summarily denied. Octavian had all but forbidden her from joining them, and what Sparrow couldn't begin to guess was why.
Perhaps there was a good reason for it. Sparrow knew very little about her uncles, after all--knew nothing more substantial than their respective names and domains--and it was entirely possible that her father might in fact have a perfectly valid, noble reason to separate her from them. But if it existed, she couldn't name it, and her sisters weren't willing to supply it, either. Try as she might to get the answer from them, her efforts to persuade them bore no fruit; both Nadia and Loretta seemed determined to keep her in the dark, holding to their silence so thoroughly that in spite of all her efforts in the weeks leading up to the festivities, Sparrow was no closer to understanding than she had been at the start. And she wasn't about to stand for that.
From high in her tower of the Hall, hidden away behind more guards than she could count and doors she didn't have the skill or the strength to unlock, Sparrow knew the moment her father's guests arrived. It wasn't as if anyone was keeping it from her; quite to the contrary, her uncles were announced by a veritable explosion of fanfare, lightning and thunder and the deep rumble of the Earth, and Sparrow's tower shook. Which of them felt the need for such drama, she couldn't begin to guess, but tonight she was grateful for it. It was her cue.
Once she had watched them all disappear into the Hall, far away from any point that would let them see her tower or what she might be doing in it, Sparrow moved. Out the window, down the ivy, and onto the roof she scurried, heading toward her eldest sister's empty room. Loretta would already be at the feast by now, so she had nothing to fear as she dropped herself onto the balcony, landing hard on her feet but pleased with her success, and she slipped silently into first the room and then the hall beyond.