Hermes was always on the run. His existence consisted of traveling to and fro. Never resting for more than a day. No place to call home, nor bed to lay in. Olympus was simply another stop on the way.
His Olympian relatives were so consumed in their own lives that caused Hermes to never find a reason to stay. That was until Demeter fled from the arms of his father, and into the mortal world. Hermes followed the goddess like a shadow, and watched for months as she ripened like the fruit she bore; plump, round, and heavy with child. Hermes would always find time in his hectic schedule to stop by Demeter's little hillside home. Far enough from the city of Eleusis, the goddess could enjoy a life of solitude.
The day Hermes' cover was blown was the day Kore was born. Demeter had no one to help her when she struggled to cope with the foreign pain; although immortal, Demeter experienced pain similar to that of a mortal's. Hermes delivered a healthy baby girl later that day, and dropped his responsibilities to watch over Demeter and her new babe.
After that day, Hermes would visit daily, no matter what his schedule was like. And as time flew, the babe that he once held in his palms, was now a beautiful, and generous goddess of age. Womanly curves began developing on his Kore, and Hermes could not find himself to stop looking. Demeter was protective of Kore and her maidenhead, but she turned her cheek whenever Hermes was around Kore.
As Hermes reminisced his fondness over Kore, he glided down the marble walkways of Olympus. I wonder what has gotten Father in such an urgent state, the god thought to himself, shrugging his shoulders. Pushing past the entrance of the throne room, Hermes stiffened by the booming effect of his father's laughter. Glancing up at the snickering fool, Hermes cleared his throat and advanced closer towards the source of noise.
Zeus blinked back tears, sucking in a shallow breath. Hades was out of sight and mind, leaving nothing but a dark stain on the marble. Damn fool, that old prude was, thinking that he could miam any property of his own kin, while avoiding the repercussions. Zeus smirked to himself, folding his strong arms over his chest, his chin lifted slightly.
"Father?" Hermes called out, bowing his head slightly at his King.
Zeus knew Hermes was infatuated with Demeter's bastard; having used that weakness against the thief for many years now, Zeus had binded the god to an immortal chain of hope.
"You will contact Hades by the next sunset, claiming that Persephone is in danger."
"What business does Hades have with Kore?" Hermes straightened his posture, glaring straight at his father.
"You need not worry, my son; Hades will not harm your Kore," Zeus waved his hand in the air, furrowing his brows. "You will have her hand if you obey my commands."
A spark lit up Hermes' dark eyes as he headed towards the walkways.
"I'll make you proud, Father!" And he was out of sight.
Zeus sat back in his beautiful throne and grinned from ear to ear.
That, my son, is the least of your worries, The King of the Gods thought to himself.