Author's rambling: sorry about the late update. I was gathering ideas and such and it took me quite a long time.
So I gave this fic a re-read and was in utter disbelief. This fanfic is becoming less of a fanfic and becoming more of a manga in a monthly girls magazine! Goddammitto!
Maybe it's my style that makes it look more like a manga. I don't know. Am I overdramatizing personal problems?
I just don't know. The more I read the more I feel like I'm watching a heart-wrenching anime. Well, maybe that's just my imagination. Tell me what you think.
Warning! This chapter is a long one and contains sexual descriptions! Well, it's rated M, so…
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"If you and I weren't married, my heart wouldn't as broken as it is…"
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Chapter 35
~ One-sided Love? ~
H/P/H/P
For the first time she betrays her promise.
Promise for what?
A promise not to set a foot in this place, in which Cronus is imprisoned.
The crystal is dim today. Blackness overflowing, severely hindering outsider to see what is actually inside. It saddens her a little that she can't see his face…
Why is she here? She doesn't know. Maybe she is seeking the answer of her pained heart? She doesn't know. Or maybe she is just lonely? She doesn't know either…
Myriad of emotions are swirling inside her heart every time she comes to that place.
Hurt, sadness, revenge, hatred…
…love…
Her fists clench at the last thought and she grits her teeth in anger. Love? How could she, after the vow that she'd never love him back? How could she think of something like that? Is she stupid?
Love is nonexistent between them. Cronus never takes her seriously. He is just using her as his expendable sex toy. There is no love between them. There is only lust.
Just lust.
"…why are you crying?" a rough voice asks from behind.
She isn't. There's dust in her eyes.
"Don't talk to me," she spits. She hates him, yet she contradicts that emotion by being in this place. She wouldn't be here if she truly hated him. If she hated him, she'd definitely look for a new mate, leaving him alone to rot inside Tartarus' infernal prison.
She doesn't.
Slowly, strong yet cold arms envelope her from behind. In the midst of her confusion and anger, their closeness strangely comforts her. Why, she asks herself. Why does she feel this way?
She doesn't know…
Is she that clueless? Is she just plain stupid? Or is it her gentle heart that takes over her mind completely, confusing her hate with love?
…she just doesn't know.
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There is something nasty going on inside Hecate's room. It is spacious and loaded with books, materials, and racks full of potions. There is a cauldron in the corner of the room, bubbling with strangely, yet invitingly pinkish liquid. Revolting in looks, yet it induces weird, carnal thoughts to anyone who inhales it.
Hecate, clads in her dark robe complete with a cloth covering half of her face, is rubbing her hands in an evil manner. Small, crazed giggles escape those pink-tinted lips of hers as her body trembles.
"Finally it's done," she whispers in glee, "I have created an amazingly powerful aphrodisiac potion! With this…" she pours a little of the content into a phial, "I can finally make Rhea mine!"
She laughs, swirling in happiness while holding the phial close to her cheek, "Oh, I'm so happy! The day where I can have a total control of her has arrived! Chalalala chalalala…!" she even sings.
Lifting the potion in mid-air, she declares, "I'll call you Super Ultra Great Delicious Wonderful Aphrodisiac!"
A hand flies to her chin and she murmurs, "Hmm, that was quite a mouthful… let's call you SUGDW Aphrodisiac instead! All right, my little cutie… sit here for a while, okay? Mommy needs to create more of you."
Hecate then stores the phial in a potion rack. Taking many empty phials with her, she fills them, a giddy smile on her face.
When I get bored, I will make her so drunk with this and order her to please herself in front of me!
"Oh, wait… something doesn't feel quite right… What is it?" Hecate frowns hard but shrugs afterwards, "oh well, it must be my imagination."
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Rhea doesn't feel so good. Having been crying so much, all she could feel is her head pounding heavily and her eyes burning. Her maid reapplied her paint, masking her swollen eyes pretty well. Although on a closer inspection she does appear to have been crying.
At a time like this, Hecate's potions are the most helpful. However, Rhea detests frequent visits to her room. That witch is dangerous. Her room is full of mysterious, possibly life-threatening potions. Rhea has to keep her guard up all times and it is quite tiring.
Between Hecate's room and Hades', she'd prefer Hades' room instead. At least he doesn't store weird potions or poisons.
…does he?
"Hecate," she knocks thrice on her bedroom door, "it is me."
To her surprise, she hears clanging sounds in the other side of the room. There are more sounds afterwards and Rhea wonders what is actually going on inside.
A moment later Hecate opens the door, looking messy.
"Oh, my! If it isn't the Queen of the Titans!" her sarcasm is ringing pretty clear in Rhea's ears. "What can I do for you? No, more like… what can I do to you?"
"Am I disturbing you by coming uninvited?" Rhea tries to keep her tone of voice as neutral as possible.
Hecate flashes Rhea the mocking trademark smile of hers, "Oh, no! Of course not. You are always welcome, darling," Hecate opens the door wider and Rhea walks in, taking the surrounding carefully.
The books on the table are neatly arranged, but it is odd to see some scattered on the ground. There is a pot near the cauldron, dented, and has its liquid drained. She also notices small drops of liquid on the floor and a sign that someone hastily wiped it clean. In an instant, Rhea knows what has happened.
Hecate hit her little toe hard against the table it knocked the books over. The pot she was carrying fell onto the floor, the content spilt onto the tile flooring.
Rhea arches her brow. How clumsy Hecate could be sometimes…
Weird smell suddenly invades her nostrils. Rhea turns to the cauldron, noting that the smell comes from the giant pot. The contents have been stored, but the smell lingers.
What on earth is she making now…? Rhea frowns.
"So, what is it that you want from me, darling?" Hecate steps closer, running a hand on her abundant breasts.
Rhea takes a deep breath, "I… need a potion. A revitalizing potion."
"You don't need a potion, darling," there; that mocking smile again. "All you need is me," Hecate says, now slipping a hand inside her clothes.
Rhea's breathing escalates as Hecate plays with her sensitive area. Feeling her knees tremble, Rhea wraps her arms around Hecate's slim neck. Their breasts are touching each other in a lewd manner.
The witch giggles, "This is why I love women. They are so soft, unlike men."
During their heated moment, Rhea manages to latch on to her consciousness, "…the potion, Hecate."
"Darling, do you think I will give it to you for free?" she challenges. Her haunting smirk sends a chill down Rhea's spine. "Undress and wait for me on the bed."
Rhea lets out a disappointed whimper when Hecate withdraws her fingers out from her nether lips, but obeys nonetheless.
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Rhea stares at the pink phial in her hand, remembering Hecate saying that it's her new revitalizing potion. She opens the cork and smells it. It strangely smells familiar. No, she won't drink it. It must be a poison.
She picks up the cork and is about to put it back, but her hand trembles. The cork then falls onto the carpet.
Suspicion rises within her as Rhea stares at her trembling hand. The strange smell comes back again. She turns her gaze back to the phial.
Rhea gulps.
…something urges her to drink it and she takes a sip…
Her body suddenly feels so hot, her mind can't think clearly, and her trembling right hand couldn't stop fiddling with her labia. She moans, feeling dumb and needy all of a sudden. Driven by lust, she drinks it all…
…and screams as orgasm takes over her body. But she isn't satisfied…
She needs more… she wants to, like, fuck…. She doesn't care who, but she is in need of a cock inside her—no… she needs, like, hundred cocks inside her. She wants to, like, be raped by lusty gods, yesh, and cum over and over…
Face flushed and body trembling, Rhea exits her room to find somebody to rape…
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Thanatos has just come back from the land of the living. He works almost twenty four hours a day, thus rarely gets any sleep. Often he's jealous with other deities like that stupid golden boy (Zeus) or the idiot gills boy (Poseidon), who enjoy the delicacy of sleep. But that's fine. Deities can't die nor sick, so a part of him is glad that he was born as such.
Stretching his body, he takes a deep breath and exhales. Nothing feels like home. This calming atmosphere, the serene tranquility, the hypnotizing silence—all of them make him at peace.
Now if only he could drag his queen here and enjoy their time together…
No! Thanatos slaps his cheeks. What is he thinking about?! She is married, dammit! Married to the Unseen One, his boss, at that! But he can't make her face disappear from his mind. She's become so beautiful and powerful…
Feeling someone's presence in the garden, Thanatos turns around to find Rhea.
"Hey, Auntie. Good morning," he greets her. Even though she isn't her aunt, he keeps calling her so, "taking a walk? Where are your lions?"
When Rhea doesn't answer, Thanatos frowns. He takes a step closer, "Auntie, what's wrong? Something troubles you? Are the titans insulting you again? You are so stubborn, aren't you? We warned you not to go to Tartarus, yet you…"
"Eh?" says Thanatos when Rhea's deadly vines take hold both of his arms and feet. His eyes are back to Rhea's face. He gulps, "A-Auntie…?"
Rhea's smile is too damn scary it makes Thanatos—the personification of death—tremble. Her sky-blue eyes reflect nothing but lust. They stare at his groin and a twisted giggle escapes her lips.
"Waaah! What do you think you are doing?!" screams Thanatos when Rhea touches his member. He flaps his wings but to no avail. The vines keep him glued to where he is.
"Want to fuck? I need, like, fuck… Like, lost of 'em…"
Thanatos frowns at her choice of words. What happens? She's… she sounds like a drunken, empty-headed bimbo…
"I'm, like, wet all over… Do you want to, like, lick me clean?" Rhea caresses her breasts and strange smell permeates in the air. Thanatos gulps again, knowing full well what the smell is.
It is the smell when he enters Hades' room during the night for a serious discussion…
The smell of sex…
"No, no, no, no!" Thanatos screams as Rhea strips his lower half naked. "Stop it, Rhea!"
The titaness touches the tip of his manhood, "Oh, gee, it's cute! It's smaller than Cronus, but it's, like, cute and fluffy, and like… cute!"
"Aaaah, Mother, help me!" Thanatos' cry of anguish is immediately answered. Governs over the darkness, Nyx materializes out of nowhere. Utterly shocked at the scene before her, where Rhea is holding Thanatos' limp member and Thanatos himself is chained in vines, Nyx' mouth goes agape.
"Release him, Rhea!" finally overcomes her stupidity, Nyx releases multiple lasers of black energy, which unfortunately are blocked by a shield made of vines. Rhea's hold on Thanatos weakens and the Death God takes a cue to summon his scythe. It slashes the vines without Thanatos holding it.
Now that Thanatos is free, Rhea feels cornered. Fighting two ancient deities is disadvantageous, so she runs away, not before summoning smoke-emitting plants.
When the smoke clears up, Nyx spits, "How could she be so strong like that? I can't believe it. After her, Thanatos!"
Thanatos doesn't answer. Instead he falls on his four, crying, "…she saw me naked and touched my virgin trophy… now I can't marry anymore…"
Nyx crouches beside him and pats his back as if expressing her condolence.
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…hey, Lord Hades? I have something important I want to tell you about…
The truth is… I… y-you… lo-l-lov…
But Persephone doesn't have the courage to do that. She lacks, no, doesn't have it in the first place. When it comes to the matter between her, Hades, and love, her courage shrinks until it is nothing but a small dot.
She feels something about him. She is certain about it, but then she doubts herself, fearing that she's being too hasty. Her mind tells her that it isn't love, but at the same time her heart says otherwise.
She is so confused that she can't breathe normally. Sometimes she feels like her heart stopped working just by looking at his face—a sign of love. Yet her heart bleeds and hands clench just by hearing his cruel teasing—an obvious sign of hate. What should she do?
Is this love?
…or is this hate?
Maybe it is both. That's what she wants to say, but she isn't sure about her feelings anymore.
She shivers and tightens her embrace on Hades' head. As usual, he is using her breasts as a pillow and sometimes would grope her butt while mumbling in his sleep. He is the very epitome of a pervert.
But she doesn't mind at all.
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"It's morning, Lord Hades. Wake up," a gentle voice wakes Hades from his slumber. Muttering incorrigibly, Hades stops sucking at his wife's nipple and opens his eyes. Persephone is there, as she has always been, smiling at him oh so sweetly. Without any paint on her face, she looks like a normal woman in her early twenties, except for her godly aura.
"Is it good?" she asks with a giggle, "you've started sucking my breast recently and fallen asleep doing so, just like a baby."
He scratches his messy hair, making it messier that it was, "I can't help it. No one breastfeed me before. It's only natural for me to know what it feels like."
Hades feels that Persephone is going to ask him about his and Rhea's past, so he escapes and sits on the edge of the bed, back facing her. To his surprise, the question doesn't come. Something soft and round touches his back and lithe arms encircle his neck.
"I'm so sorry…" he hears her soft murmur.
"Hmph…" that's all Hades says before twists his body and expertly moves his long arm to pierce Persephone with his fingers right in the groin. Her sharp yelp echoes in the room, but soon it changes into heated moans once Hades pushed another finger in.
"P-P-Pervert…" her playful mockery is nothing but a breathless whisper. Standing on her knees, Persephone's body trembles under Hades' rough ministrations and she is struggling to keep her balance.
He hears dirty 'squelch' sounds when Persephone cries out. He glances down, chuckling evilly, "Squirter."
Persephone has wetted herself, sticky juice leaking out from her groin and drenching Hades' hand. It's quite messy. Her breathing is erratic and face looks like a steamed crab. Mouth opens and her tongue lolls out a little in ecstasy, she is the perfect epitome of a lusty, corrupted goddess.
"…stop… teasing… me…" again, Persephone can't talk properly and it comes as a desperate, breathless plea. Hades seems to be enjoying it, though, finding joy in her hopeless state.
…I want to tell you something…
You know, I…
Persephone grabs Hades' hand and guides him to bringing her more releases. She takes a deep breath when his fingers go in, face complete drenched in ecstasy. She probably imagines his fingers as his penis.
Hades lifts a brow when Persephone makes love with his fingers, completely lost herself. He takes a look at her flushed body. Her breasts are bouncing as she impales herself with his fingers, white honey keeps squirting from her groin, and.
…I… you… I lo…
She is close… oh, she is close to erupting. Several thrusts more and she'll explode…
"Lord Hades!" Thanatos bangs his door. There's urgency in his voice that Hades immediately withdraws his hand, making Persephone lose her balance and falls to the mattress face first. Butts in the air, she looks like a slut waiting to be used.
She looks dejected that Hades leaves her already at the verge of climax. Something is threatening to pierce through her body, but she just can't let it out. Not without him…
Persephone lets out a small, frustrated cry, hoping that Hades would notice. It has no effect, though.
"Rhea?" Hades frowns, "what's that slut up to now?"
"She attacked my son," Nyx testifies, "he was almost raped."
Hades stares disbelievingly at the God of Death, who pales at the memory. But that is certainly weird. Rhea is a gentle soul who is incapable of lifting a hand against someone.
"Was there something wrong with her at that time?" he asks Thanatos.
He instinctively shudders, "I-I don't remember much, except the fact that she was about to… about to… Not to mention her expression… she… she looked lustful and drunk…"
…and drunk…
Oh, no.
"Thanatos, bring Hecate along! I believe she is the cause of this mess! And Nyx, you locate Rhea's whereabouts! Move!" he bellows, shocking both Persephone and the ancient deities. As soon as they have left, Hades wears his clothes rather hurryingly, a drop of cold sweat trickling down his cheek.
"Lord Hades, what is wrong…?"
"You stay in this room. Understand?"
Persephone senses fear in his words, but that is impossible, right? Hades fears no one. Despite her raging curiosity, she nods anyway.
Hades then runs away from the room, gritting his teeth in anger. He almost forgot one important, yet terrifying fact. There is a reason why Rhea doesn't drink alcohol. She'd always drink either tea or juices, never alcohol. If the situation forces her to, she'd always sip it so little that she barely drinks it.
True, Rhea is kind and patient, but even her infinite patience has a limit. Insults, stress, sadness, grievances—Rhea doesn't show it, but she plants those negative emotions deep in her heart. They build up swirling, black emotions and are getting bigger and bigger as the time passes. Once her kindness—her barrier—has broken, another Rhea awakens and something erupts. No, this doesn't translate as her having another self. More like, she's angry. The anger that has been accumulating explodes violently.
She is not just angry. She is Mighty livid, if the words make sense…
The barrier could easily collapse by her getting drunk…
He shudders…
Hades has no choice but to involve an outsider…
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Persephone exhales as she slumps on the bed. She was so close to bursting and declaring her love.
Next time, perhaps…
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She hates everything. However, there are two things that Rhea hates the most—Hades and Cronus. That bastard Cronus, how dare he trick her and swallow her children! He denied her chance to be a mother five times in a row and she just can't bring herself to forgive him. Much to her dismay, Cronus can't die. Deities can't die, not without a swing from Cronus' scythe. And that bastard hid it so well that no one managed to find it.
And there's Hades, a ruthless, man-whore king. He is much alike to his father—from his appearance, voice, and personality. It makes her wonder if he's actually Cronus in disguise and not her son. He is so vile, sick, and stupid that Rhea wants to tear him apart. He has the gall to call her slut; his own mother! Disgusting seeds from a foul-mouthed father brought forth a foul-mouthed descendant, after all! She should've realized that Cronus wasn't a good father!
And those gods who call themselves Olympians…they are nothing but rotten meats. Where was their gratitude? She brought them into this world, but they left her alone to rot. That buttface Hera… Rhea just can't forget how she treated her. No, she can't forgive how those Olympians treat her as. They act as if she was Cronus' loyal servant, who wanted nothing but the freedom of her master. She was Cronus' wife, but she isn't. She had severed their ties a long time ago, but she is still regarded as an enemy.
Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate.
She hates everything.
Hates everything.
…
…if she hates everything, then wouldn't it be a good idea to wipe them all out?
Her eyes catch sight of a familiar silhouette—tall, muscular, and long haired. Smirking, Rhea runs after it with a mad laugh, her delicate hands mutating into terrifyingly obscene vine-like claws.
"There is no use running from me, Hades!" she calls out threateningly. When Hades keeps running, Rhea sneers and claws the air, sending black energies at him. Leaping to his right, Hades dodges them but not without a price. His tunic gets shredded around the legs.
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They meet up in a corridor near the throne room. Thanatos has dragged Hecate along, but Nyx is nowhere to be seen. She must be tracking Rhea still. After several minutes discussing hurriedly, Nyx appears and leads them to the last place she had seen Rhea.
Thanatos leans down to sniff the small puddle on the carpet. He nods to Nyx, "It's ichor. Rhea must be close," he shifts his gaze to Hecate and snarls, "what did you do now, you witch?!"
"Why is it always my fault?" she feigns innocence, "I am innocent!"
"Then can you explain this… this terrifying behavior of her? It is my first time seeing her so… so twisted and evil." Nyx asks.
"I don't know! I just handed her my newly-brewed potion and that's it!"
Thanatos grabs the hem of her himation, "So it WAS you, after all! It's all your fault! You and your damned potions always cause us trouble! She almost raped me, you bitch!"
Hecate gasps, her mouth forming a perfect O. A moment later she hangs her head.
Thanatos shakes her shoulders, "Where's the antidote? We need to return her back to normal or else she'd ride everyone in this place!"
To his surprise, Hecate hangs her head not because she feels guilty. She grabs his wrists tighter and yells her innermost whish, "Then why didn't you call me when you were raped, dammit?! Oh, I was waiting for this perfect moment… I just wanted Rhea to rape me… Damn you, Thanatos! I am so jealous of you! Ah, the irony!"
A big, pale hand reaches out to pull her himation and the owner of the hand growls, "So that was your intention, eh, Hecate?"
"Ah… I… I was joking, Lord Hades…" Hecate stammers.
Nyx comes and pacifies them, "Now, now. This is not the time to fight among ourselves. Our priority is still Rhea. Let's follow this ichor-stained carpet and hope it leads us to her."
Hades releases Hecate's himation, "You are right."
Hecate slumps and whines, "I wish I was there with Thanatos… How could I be so stupid? I desperately want to be raped. Oh, the irony… Really, the irony…"
The irony? What is? Hades gives Hecate a confusing look before they depart. Silently, Hades takes a brief glance to a small waterskin attached to his middle. Suddenly he recalls someone's words…
Bring any alcohol with you. It is her weakness as well as cure.
…he hopes that this plan works…
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Despite being hurt and bleeding, he doesn't stop running. She follows him relentlessly. The chase stops when they are inside the dining room.
He still has his back facing her, his shoulders moving up and down in a rapid movement as he calms his breathing.
Rhea licks the tip of her mutated claw, "Dead end, Hades. Give up peacefully so I can torture you as I please. I just can't stand seeing your disgusting face. It looks so much like Cronus I want to rip it apart."
He turns around…
Rhea's brows knit together warily as she gives the man before her another inspection. She then seethes, "…Cronus."
Cronus lifts a brow, "Do forgive me if my face is not to your liking, my dear."
Rhea ignores his annoyingly humble attitude and wets her lips, "What a perfect timing. I was just thinking about you."
His mouth moves to form a sneer, "Ah, I am deeply honored. Could you be so kind to tell me what were you thinking about?"
Rhea charges forward, shouting, "…thinking about castrating you!"
She dances, every steps are filled with swings of death. Since Cronus is more experienced in battles, he reads Rhea's movements easily and sidesteps to avoid pain. Over time, Rhea's attacks begin to evolve into irregular patterns, forcing him to leap backwards.
Now they are twenty meters apart.
"I wonder who released you this time. Oh, I know! It must be your slut, wasn't it, Cronus?"
He sighs, "How many times do I have to tell you? I have no concubines."
"Lies!" she spits venomously, "you must've had one when Hades and Demeter rescued me! No, you must've had hundred!"
Rhea shortens the distance by jumping, her bulging claw in the air ready to kiss the ground. Cronus evades the attack, but nearly got ripped into two. He clicks his tongue at his bleeding right arm.
"Do you understand how lonely I am?!" she snarls fiercely, "always there in that accursed place they call Tartarus, waiting for you! Waiting for you to talk to me! Everyday, alone and helpless… but what did I get? Just a heart that has been shattered to pieces! You can never mend it! No matter what you do, you will never heal it! If you were dead, none of this would've happened!"
Cronus blinks, focusing his sight. Somehow Rhea's figure disappears for a moment. Realizing what's wrong, Cronus' jaw tightens. Those claws of her are certainly poisonous and he really needs to end this now.
"Is that all you have to say?" he nonchalantly asks.
Rhea's eyes widen a little, then return to their original size. A moment later, she leaps forward with a kick on the carpet, right hand behind her head, ready to slash Cronus into pieces. She charges like a madman. A minute later, she laughs in madness. Then several seconds later she talks dirty but with murderous intent.
He sidesteps the attack, but this time he catches Rhea's right hand with his left. He brings her to an almost 180 degree spin. During the spin, Cronus deftly switches hand. Using his right hand, he pins Rhea's arm behind her back while he slams her face onto the dining table with his left.
It is a very rough method but an effective one nonetheless.
She struggles, of course, and hurls all kinds of curses she knew. Cronus is pretty much immune, so he doesn't react to them. He leans closer and sniffs her breath.
Aphrodisiac and alcohol, possibly nectar. What a dangerous combination…
The sight of her being held brings him an intense thrill. He positions himself behind her, rubbing his dormant shaft to the middle of her butt, being careful not to let her loose. He smirks when she instinctively rubs back due to the aphrodisiac's effect, tongue lolls out in ecstasy.
Her left hand returns to its original shape and desperately reaches out to his member. He teasingly takes a step back, watching her whimpering in need. A quick stroke to her groin proves his suspicion. She is wet and ready to please, but this isn't a good time to have sex.
He places his member back between her smooth cheeks and rubs even harder. Rhea pants like a slut, shifting her butt higher to feel his shaft rubbing against his lips.
Cronus stops moving his hip when someone slams the dining room door open. Several gasps echo in the room as Hades draws near.
"Did you bring it?" Cronus asks curtly.
Hades takes off his waterskin and lifts it for Cronus to see.
"Good. Shove it all inside her," he instructs, after telling the remaining members to help him hold her.
"Ha! What are you trying to do?!" Rhea taunts and Thanatos jerks, feeling a bit traumatic. "Once I'm free, I will torture you and turn you all into my sex toys!"
"Oh, sex toys! I'd love to!" Hecate replies all too giddily and everyone stares at her, making her cough in embarrassment.
Hades forcibly opens Rhea's mouth and stuffs the content, wine, inside. She screams in protest and tries her best to unload it all, but Cronus is holding her neck, threatening to snap it. As more liquid enters her body, she gradually ceases her struggle. She falls unconscious after gulping everything down.
"We did it!" Thanatos lifts his fists to the air.
"Thank the Fates it's over…" Nyx exhales in relief.
"…but I still want to be raped…" someone is clearly unhappy.
Cronus looks down to Rhea's unconscious form and held the urge to caress her face. Hades easily catches his intention, though, and says, "Go back to where you belong, Cronus."
The titan king narrows his eyes.
"While you are at it, bring her to her room. Well, since you are going to be imprisoned forever, you'd better make most of your times with her," Hades' words and intonation are venomous, "I trust you know what will happen if you try to escape."
Cronus snorts, picking Rhea up in bridal style. He answers with the same hatred, "I am utterly grateful."
With that he leaves.
"It is really over, Lord Hades. We are truly grateful for your help," Thanatos smiles. "I didn't know that alcohol is Rhea's weakness. You did a very good job discovering what the antidote was."
Hades' thin lips curve up to form a small smile.
Nyx shakes her head, "But we certainly didn't expect you to go to Tartarus. Releasing Cronus to help us can be dangerous. He is a double-edged sword…"
"True," Thanatos nods.
Hades turns his head to where Cronus has disappeared to and murmurs to himself, "…he saved us this time."
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Cronus sneezes as he deposits Rhea on her bed. He rubs his nose with an index finger, wondering who was talking behind his back.
He runs a hand on her soft, jaw-droppingly beautiful face and smiles. She is beautiful when she isn't screaming. He gives her a disappointed look when he realizes that her left hand is bare. After rummaging through her closet, he comes back with familiar rings. Satisfied that the rings are on their places once more, Cronus kisses her lips as he undresses her.
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Rhea wakes up feeling dizzy and somehow satisfied. She doesn't remember what has happened. A sharp caress from the cold makes her jolt. Instinctively, her hands seek the blanket, wrapping it tighter around her naked body.
Naked.
…and someone put her rings back on.
Realizing what actually is going on, she cries. Her pathetic sobs echo in the spacious yet cold room. Her heart is torn once more.
"…why did you leave me alone again…?"
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Meanwhile in Tartarus…
Cronus stares at his hands. They couldn't stop shaking ever since he fought his wife. As her husband, this incident wasn't her first time. He had seen worse of her when she was drunk…
"…Rhea… was scary…" and that is the reason he left early.