Chapter 23. His Forgiveness

Persephone’s POV

Death is an irony…sometimes a curse, an agony, its impact strong enough to wreck hearts, but when the visionary alters death it is a grace, a blessing. The ultimate liberation of undecipherable anguish of soul.

My Hades was never a killer but he sure was a liberator, a king. My father told me how he lived like a chained animal…without a conscience, an empty vessel.

The moon goddess had power over life, the ultimate command over werewolves, she corrupted my father’s soul…so if she can’t kill me, my own father will.

The thing about this world is that every coin has two faces…where life ends, the dance of death begins.

My father is no longer alive, he is dead, there is no heart beating, no blood thrumming but what is remaining is his journey in the Underworld.

After his torment was over he was given the honor of becoming a general. His loyalty…even though it was toward Selene paid off but miraculously in a different way.

Venom