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Property of Amyleah

A/N: I know I promised to update three weeks after the seventh review but I got caught up in reality. Yeah, it's definitely something some of us don't like to face in real life, but hey, we live in it therefore we have to stick to it.

I've got a lot to say actually, with a new year starting, I'm officially assigned to my little brother. That means checking for his homework, making sure he has his lunch made for school and all that stuff. Oh how fun! Note the sarcasm, people!

With the Harry Potter movie franchise finally over, I received requests from some of my friends to write a Dramione fic! And I am currently working on that. I have been a fan of HP since – well I can't really remember, but who isn't? I'll kill you if you insult HP! Yes, I've read the books! PM me if you have any questions or just include it in the review.

Fuck! I got side tracked again. Anyways thanks toYukiInu1, hadesloverx, scifychick812 (A very loyal reviewer, I've noticed!), GuineverMyth, dyslin, beautifullywicked13 and nameless (seriously nameless. She/he is an anonymous reviewer who reviewed this story)

And with that I can say, "nameless reviewed my story" Nice :) All your reviews made me giddy every time I read them, so keep them coming! I love you guys so much! - even if you wake me up 3am in the morning with my phone 'pinging' Fanfic notification via email. Seriously! And now on with the story!

Chapter 7 – Family Reunions

For the past few days, the Moirae were busy taking care of Kore. She was constantly unconscious and it was difficult to keep track of she was; one moment she was Persephone, who kept on asking random questions and the next thing they knew she was Kore, curious and quiet – wouldn't talk to anyone but Liam. The girls had a hard time pinning down her 'taste' in things. Apparently, Kore and Persephone had distinctively different taste, but nevertheless they were the same person.

While the girls were trying to be patient and answer her questions, Liam was worried and concern. He had learned from Lachesis, who predicted that upon seeing the narcissus buds, her memories were awaken. But that could also mean Demeter knew Persephone was awake. Everyday he would sit by her bed in the guestroom and filled her with what he had been doing for the past few centuries. He would try to get her to remember their time together in her past-life; sometimes he was successful, other times she would just black out – over-exhaustion, the girls said.

Liam found himself drinking shots in a bar called, The Pink Margarita – and boy was it pink. The servers were wearing black corsets with hot pink skirts and hot pink pumps. Liam thanked his lucky stars that they weren't wearing their hair in pigtails. He shook his head and made a gesture to the bartender.

"Two more!" Thankfully, he didn't have to wait long. He closed his eyes shut and chugged down his remaining shots. "Keep 'em coming!" He hollered. The downside of being an immortal and the damned God was the fact that you never – never – get wasted! Ever. It was something he both hated and loved.

"Yeah, what he said! And it's on me. Just put it on my tab." A voice beside him bellowed. For a while, Liam was about to yell at the guy – scared for the fact that he was mistaken as a lonely homosexual man. He shuddered at the thought, he had nothing against homosexual men, but he didn't like to be mistaken as one. Liam turned to face the guy and...

"Poseidon?" He gaped. "What the fuck are you doing here?" He took in his brother's appearance. Messy dirty blonde hair and evenly tanned skinned. If Liam knew Poseidon better than Poseidon himself – which was very true – he would have thought he had been living his life as, "A surfer?"

Poseidon spurted out his beer and choked out a laughter. "An instructor. A wind surfing instructor." At Liam's raised eyebrow he explained simply by saying, "A lot of hot babes go to the beach and ask for private lessons. Hot bods grinding against mine – its just too great to pass up.

Liam narrowed his eyes, "You're a sick pervert you know that right? We could have stopped aging at whatever age we want and thank Rhea's lucky star that you stopped at twenty-five. And I thought you were way more perverted back then."

Poseidon shrugged his shoulders began downing his shots, one glass after another. "Well, believe it or not, I'm actually getting less. Chicks nowadays are so picky. Always going after guys with good looks, great abs and huge dicks" Liam laughed, "And when they see us looking they either snort or giggle like squealing pigs. I swear they get brattier and snottier every decade – if they're lucky maybe every millennium. I missed the olden days, where babes we much more preserved and willing – fuck! Did we have sex! - They were like the Forbidden Fruits and all." He quickly swallowed down a couple of shots. "Oh, and its Tristan, not Poseidon. People would think we have crazy parents – which we do."

Liam raised his glass at Poseidon – no, Tristan and nodded his head. "Our dad was the only crazy dude. But he wasn't crazy or evil, he was just driven by power-lust." He chugged down a few shots before coughing madly. "Fuck it!"

Tristan guffawed and patted his brother's back. "Aww, I miss this! Remember the time Apollo wanted us to be his test subjects? Liquor he called it. Best discovery ever!" Tristan's loud and booming voice rang loud and clear over the deafening music.

Liam shook his head and smiled at the memory. Apollo and Artemis were his favourites. They would visit him after hunts and tell him stories about their days. "Speaking of home. Last I heard you were in Greek, living the live of a friar – full of sins."

Tristan grinned mischievously, "well that was three centuries ago. When people still thought of us as religions not myths. Hard to believe that the ones who still do, are now old and wrinkly. I mean, imagine having to stand there like a statues with old, wrinkly, prune-like women kneeling down before me. It's like shit! I mean, what happened to the hot, sexy, virgin babes who used to pray and asked for my forgiveness? And man, did they have boobs. Nice... juicy... succulent... beautiful boobs." He said in between shots.

He sighed in disappointment. "Nowadays, our prized temples are only useful for tourism. Imagine my surprise when kids point a finger at my statue and say, 'Hey that's Ariel's dad' or 'Isn't that Oceanus, Cronus' brother' The tourist even got the facts wrong."

Liam glanced down at his empty glass and tuned out of Tristan's whines. He had problems of his own to deal with. Persephone was awake, but Kore was unconscious. It was still a blur to him as to who he was talking to. The Moirae were having a blast conversing with their queen. Just as they always did. He smiled a sad smile. It was difficult, he had anticipated it, but never thought of just how difficult it could be. "You know, you never answered my question. What are you doing here, Poseidon?" he asked coolly.

Tristan stopped in mid-sentence, his rambunctious expression turned cold and serious. "I heard things. There's been reports saying that it had rained thunderstorms for a whole week . People are getting terrified and scared shitless. Boats and cruise ships rarely make port around here. The fishes are moving in and out of areas they aren't used to. It's not good for me – it's not good for the sea.

"And there's only one person I know who makes thunderstorms last this long. Zeus, that's who. I haven't managed to find him just yet and I don't think he's the on making plans for the twin's b-day. And it's no coincidence you're here too – along with your smoking hot entourage. So... either tell me the whole story or I will just have to force it out of you." Tristan stared at Liam unblinkingly. "What's it gonna be?"

Liam smirked and stood up. His cold gaze fueled Tristan's mischievous nature. "Now, where's the fun in just simply giving up?" Liam's voice brought an eerie feeling to everyone in the bar. The atmosphere suddenly turned cold and the music stopped, so did everyone. The mortals were all frozen – motionless. Liam grinned in satisfaction and turned to Tristan. "Well? Shall we?"

Tristan held up his index finger and downed his last shot. He let out a sigh of relief and stood up, evidently knocking his stool to the floor. His smile widened into a grin identical to Liam's. "Let's!" He balled his hand into a fist and went in for the kill.

Zeus didn't slow down his pace. His glanced down at the girl writhing underneath him. He drowned them in lust and bathed in their warmth. Their loud moans and pleasurable groans trickled his ears. His grip tightened on the girl's hips. His warm breath teasing her hard nipples. "You want more, baby girl? You like that?" His thrust quicken and the girl was left whimpering, begging for her release. "What? I can't hear you, baby." He teased, his lips hovering over hers.

"Please... Oh god, please." She moaned, her long nails clawed at his back. "More... please... please... oh, more!" Zeus leaned into her and thrust deeper. "Oh fuck yes!" She screamed, her legs swaying over his shoulders. "So deep! Don't stop!"

Zeus chuckled and watched as she came to her climax. Her body perfectly arched, presenting her neglected breasts towards him. He kept fucking her at a constant pace, bringing her to ecstasy over and over again.

"No more! Please no more!" The girl whimpered, the palm of her hands pressed hard against his chest. "I can't..." Her words only spurred him on. Zeus gave out a low rumbling sound from the back of this throat. His head nuzzled at the crook of her neck, nipping and biting her delectable skin.

"C'mon, it's still too early to sleep now. One more. Just one more," he whispered to her ears. His hands traveled down to breasts, palming and kneading them slowly. The pain turned to pleasure when the girl finally gave in; nodding her head vigorously. "One more, then you can rest," he promised.

As he began to thrust, the girl sudden froze in mid-air. Zeus let out a groan of frustration and pushed away from the still girl. "Zeus. Why is it that whenever I come to see you, you always seem to have your penis buried deep in a whore's vagina?" A soprano like voice said.

Zeus gritted his teeth and bend down to pick up his clothes. After only pulling on his black slacks, he turned to greet his 'guest'. "Ahh, Demeter. How lovely to see you. Would you like something to drink," his footsteps rang loud in the mist of thunderstorms and lightning. Zeus cupped Demeter's face in his hands and looked into her eyes. Fury, anger, desperation.

"Why so... dull?" He pouted to annoy her. "You know you should get use to the words cock and pussy in this era. Who knows your daughter might be uttering her words right now. Letting some stranger fuck her, screaming his name in bliss." His voice was thick with lust. "How long has it been since we slept together?"

Demeter stood unaffected by his actions. She was used to it; she lived with it, grew up with it too. She tilted her head up and returned his gaze. Her face was flushed red in anger, almost as red as her hair. "Where is she? Where is my little girl?" Her held no expression. "If I find my daughter covered in this modern filth, I will have to cut your dick and serve it to you on a golden platter!" She demanded, slapping his hands away.

"Demeter, Demeter. Do you not trust me? When have I ever mislead you? I promise you, she's in capable hands. Hephaestus gave her away to a nice old coot not three miles from here. She's very much alive, Demeter." Zeus came up from behind and wrapped his arms round her. His lips covering her nape with tiny, brief kisses. "Now, where's my reward?"

She turned to face him and smiled sweetly. Her firey red hair morphed to long wavy curls with ringlets. "Get rid of that whore first, we'll see what happens. You're job isn't over yet, but I'll give you something nice to further 'motivate' you." Her sharp nails drawing random patterns on his chest. "I can be nice too. I'll be in the bathroom getting ready." She gave him a wink and moved seductively to the bathroom.

Zeus smirked and watched as the girl came to life, her body bouncing on the bed. "W-what happened?"

Liam leaned against his car, his head tilted backwards with a hand pressed against his throat. Rubbing the sore spots as he winced in pain. "Of all the places you could have hit me, you decided to punch me in the neck?" Liam was covered in bruises, his lips torn and blood trickling down his forehead. Fortunately, he wasn't the only one. Tristan's shoulders sagged as he slid down the wall opposite to Liam. His hand cradling his broken nose.

"Well, I figured that would do the trick."

"By punching me in the throat? Dude, you could have crushed my voice box!" Liam croaked and kicked his brother to emphasise his point. "Dude!"

"Shit, man. My fucking nose hurts. Looks this is really fun and all, but I really want to know what's going on around here." Tristan's head bobbed from side to side. "Fuck! Is there a first aid kit or something?"

Liam stood up, his wounds slowly closing up. The bruises and gashes left no prints on the two brothers. "I live around here. Let's just go to my place. We'll talk in the morning." He threw an arm around his brother's shoulder and helped him get in the car. "C'mon. We need to clear out the blood stains."

"Where were you?" When Liam came back with Tristan not far behind him. Persephone stood in the middle of the living room, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. "Hades, you better tell me where you were or I'll have to – Poseidon?" Persephone blinked and rushed towards the two who were covered in blood stains. "What the hell happened?"

Liam was confused. "Persephone, honey let's just get him to the showers first. Then we'll talk." Usually she'd be out cold and snuggled in her room.

Persephone was sitting on Liam's lap. Her head buried in the crook of his neck. "What's your brother doing here? I thought you said not until Kore remembers everything – until She and I are one and the same soul." Liam kissed her forehead and ran his hands up and down the length on her thigh.

"You're almost there. I know it – even if it doesn't work. I'll still have you. I can teach Kore things she needs to know. She already has knowledge on how life works. Trust me, I'll always have your back." Liam leaned back into the couch and Persephone straddled him. He grinned and placed his hands loosely on her moving hips. "Are you sure, baby? This body – Kore's body is a downright virgin."

Persephone's eyes rolled back to her eyelids and moaned. Her hands cradling his head to her chest. Wearing only a bathrobe; it was an advantage to Liam. He pushed the fabric away from her body, letting it pool around her hips. His thumb pressed against her nipples.

"Hmm... why not? It's my body too. I'm sure she agrees. She wants you too." Persephone boldly placed took his hand to her aching cunt. "Can't you feel? How wet I am? How wet she is? How wet we both are, please Hades." She said, her voice an odd combination of two. It was as if Kore and Persephone morphed into one.

"Please, Liam. I don't think I can take it anymore." Kore whimpered nipping the lobe of his ear. "Please take us," said their resonating voice.

Liam's lips fell on the valley between her breast as she gasped, tugging onto his dark hair. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. His tongue made an entrance twirling around her hard peaks. Paying them equal attention, soon her pale white skin was deeply flush. "Liam... Hades, My Lord." She moaned and leaned down to kiss him. "Please do not deny us. We want you." Her nimble finger worked fast, unbuttoning his shirt and unbuckling his pants.

Liam smiled against her lips and helped her. "It has been too long, My Queen. I want to cherish you, make love to you. But it seems like that would have to wait. Right now, I'd like to fuck you hard and fast. You'd like that won't you? Both of you." Persephone's body was burning with desire.

"Do you remember, Persephone? Your first time? Inside some farmer's barn stall, hidden amongst the hay. Ahh, I still do. That memory fresh as ever in my mind." Liam hand disappeared under the bathrobe and shoved two fingers up her already soaking pussy. "Already so wet. As always, ready for the taking." Persephone's moans turned to short gasp and pants. Her nails digging into the skin of his arms.

Her hands quickly moved down, freeing him from his prison. Liam guided her shaky fingers, stroking him to his full length. "Ohh... Please fuck me hard!" She begged as he rubbed his swollen head up and down her dewy slit, teasing her lightly and pressing hard against her throbbing clit. "Hades, please!" She begged. "I want you – need you. Liam!"

He smiled and pecked her nose. Liam thrust his hips upwards and tore through her maidenhead and watched as Persephone's orgasm came quickly. "Liam!" Persephone moved slow, making sure Kore's body was comfortable enough to be fucked like how they used to in the past. Kore could feel her pussy stretching, accepting his full length. Her hands on his knees. "Liam... Fuck!" Liam showered her with kisses and whispered words of gratitude in her ears.

"Hey dude, mind if I borrow – oh fuck man!" Tristan voice shocked them both out of their lust-imposed state. "Fuck and I thought you were still pinning after Persephone!" The two lovers moved quick, covering her body from Tristan's view. Liam pulled his pants up and groaned in pain when his covered cock proved to be quite a challenge for him. Persephone was clinging onto Liam's arms, her sweet juices running down her exposed legs and moaned whenever Liam accidentally brushed against her hard nipples.

"Poseidon! Get out of here! I thought you were asleep!" Liam growled, His arms wrapped around Persephone, covering her from Tristan's view.

Tristan leaned against the living room alcove and clicked his tongue. "Wanna share? I'm good at sharing." He wiggled his eyebrows at Liam. His gaze wandering up and down the length of Persephone's body. Though he couldn't see her face, her body was quite the view, he thought. "So what's you name, beautiful?" He said huskily, moving towards the two lovers. "I'm Tristan, Liam's brother. He's not the only king around here."

Persephone scoffed and pulled on the lapels of her bathrobe. "Now what would Amphitrite think of that? She may be naive, but she's no idiot." Persephone took a step forward. "Hello, Poseidon. It's nice to see you again."

"Persephone?" He gaped.

A/N: Cliff-hanger! I've always wanted to do a cliffy. So we've come to where Persephone/Kore finally acknowledging their existence. For a while now, they will be separate units, but soon they will merge as one. I know it's confusing; believe me I know how confusing it is. I may be the writer, but my brain does all the scenes.

Zeus and Demeter- were husband and wife way back before Hera became his queen. So in this fic, they still are. I decided to portray Zeus as this very cunning and sly character. He does what he wants, not cause he's the king – mind you – more like because he feels the need to.

Poseidon – will be known as Tristan. You know Triton from The Little Mermaid? Yeah, that's where I got the idea from. I decided that other than him being this moody, annoying, yet cool brother. He's also this beer chugging, man-hugging, skirt-chasing dude. He loves to go to the beach and feast his eyes on every bikini clad body – maybe even get some action if he wanted to. He complains a lot and loves to challenge people. But he doesn't kid!

Amphitrite – the daughter of one of the titans, Oceanus. Poseidon's wife and mother of his many children. Compared to all the gods of Olympus – including Zeus – Poseidon has more off-springs, gods and demi-gods alike. You see my point?

And don't forget to review my story, I'd be looking forward to them. I love you, people! And if you have any suggestions on Dramione – let me know :) Peace out!