For who could ever learn to love The One who doesn't know love?
By Asso
Chapter Eleven
Welcome…
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With effort, with fatigue, shaken, dazed, Demeter stood up.
Slowly.
In confusion.
What had happened?
She looked around.
Everything was quiet.
The light... the limpid morning light was back.
Everything was quiet.
And limpid.
That impenetrable darkness had disappeared, the darkness which had suddenly blinded her getting soaring above the fields.
And there was not that wind anymore.
That infernal storm.
Which had caught her in flight.
Which had precipitated her to the ground.
Which had stunned her ears and her mind. Together with that chilling sound. That dull yet thunderous rumble. As... as if the earth were being splitting in half.
Everything was quiet.
Again.
But quiet certainly was not her heart.
Persephone.
Her mind got filled with that name.
Her soul screamed it, suddenly forgetful about anything else.
And her voice shouted it acutely.
"PERSEPHONE!"
It screamed it.
"PERSEPHONE!"
By force, with impetuous dash, Demeter rose in the air; she rushed upward, so high as she had ever been; so high that the earth, the fields, the crops, the forests, the waters almost merged with each other; so high that her look could see everything almost as if it were Helios' gaze.
But she did not see her.
Persephone there was not.
And Demeter's cry reverberated in the high vaults of the sky.
"PERSEPHONE, WHERE ARE YOU?"
But the high vaults of the sky nothing responded. Nor did the depths of the sea, nor the forests or the mountains or the rivers or the caves excavating the earth.
Unanswered her cry, her appeal, remained.
Unanswered her desperate panting remained.
Her last hushed, desolate sob.
"Where are you, Persephone?"
"Welcome in my realm, Persephone."
End of Chapter Eleven
TBC
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Welcome in his realm, Persephone.
May it be welcome to you.