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- Authors: Scarlett St. Clair
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A Game of Retribution
Hades manifested in the shadow of the grandstand of the Hellene
Racetrack. Soon, the divinely bred steeds of the gods would compete in the
first of three races, which would ultimately place the fastest competitor on a
path to becoming one of Poseidon’s prized hippocamps—the fishtail horses
that pulled his ocean chariot. But it was not this so-called honor that drew
Hades’s presence or even the usual thrill he got from the promise of a risky
bet. He had come to test the validity of a supposed oracle who went by the
name Acacius.
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He was familiar with the name and his businesses—a well-known relic
dealer whose front was a mechanic shop. Hades and his team had kept an
eye on his affairs for several months. They were familiar with his routine,
instruction, and correspondences, which was why, when he began to offer
mortals a look into the future, Hades became suspicious.
It was not just the future Acacius offered. He’d obtained a kind of
omniscience that came only with divine blessing or the possession of relics,
and since Hades knew it was not the former, it had to be the latter.
He had sent Ilias ahead to bet in his place, and now the satyr stood near
the track, his disorderly hair slicked back and tied at the nape of his neck,
making his horns look larger and more pronounced. Hades crossed the
green, where twenty steeds would soon compete, heading toward him. At
his approach, mortals gave him a wide berth. Despite their fear of his
presence, they stared, curious too—more so now that he had openly shown
affection to a person they believed to also be mortal.
Affection for Persephone, who was not mortal but insisted on acting as if
she were, something that worried him far more than he was willing to
admit.
He had few vices, among them racing, whiskey, and Persephone, his
Goddess of Spring. Two of the three had never interfered with his routine,
had never provided enough of an escape to be called a distraction.
But Persephone was more than that—she was an addiction. A craving he
could not sate. Even now, he fought the visceral urge to return to her despite
having spent most of the weekend with her, exploring her, buried inside her.
She was why he was late. He had not wanted to leave her side, in part
because he worried over whether she would remain despite her promise that
she would await his return to the Underworld.
A hot wave of frustration twisted through him at his doubt.
He had never doubted himself, but he doubted everything when it came to
Persephone…even their fate.
“You’re late,” Ilias said, not looking at him but at the starting gate where
the horses and their jockeys marched into place.
“And you’re a satyr,” Hades replied, following his gaze.
Ilias glanced at him, brow raised in question at the comment.
“I thought we were stating the obvious,” Hades said.
He did not like to be reminded of his mistakes, though those closest to
him—in particular in particular Hecate, Goddess of Witchcraft and Magic
—reveled in reminding him that he was very much fallible.
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