HAPPY APRIL FOOLS DAY!
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No new chapter yet boys and girls, but since I dislike leaving a blank space here's something of a sneak peek.
Los Angeles, DOA studio's, Penthouse.
A woman stood on a balcony overlooking the downtown skyline of Los Angeles, she had an innocent beauty to her with soft brown eyes and tanned skin, her black hair whipping in the wind as she hummed under her breath a song from decades ago. She held a spray bottle in hand and was taking her time watering the myriad of plants and flowers one would find in the penthouse, from bluebonnets to lilies, belladonna, and nightshade, it was as if spring visited the penthouse and was in full bloom.
The woman sighs contently before running her hands through her hair, the roots of which were just now turning white in anticipation of the coming winter when her descent would begin again, but the woman wasn't worried about it. She had done it a thousand times before, and she would do it a thousand times again to retake the throne as her other self. She turns with a smile and opens the door to the large luxury sweet that her husband had set up for her use when the spring and summer months pulled her from his side, she would spend her time between here and her mother's temple on Olympus.
She steps into the kitchen just to hear the blasting of The Script of My Requiem by Blind Guardian from the living room and the woman smiles as she hears the vocals being sung along in perfect sync and harmony by her daughter in the room. Whoever thought the wails of the ghosts and the dead would sound bad had never heard her daughter Melinoë sing, honestly, the girl had the voice of an angel when she put her heart into it. But the woman takes her time bobbing her head to her daughter singing as she goes from room to room with her spray bottle making sure every plant was watered and every one had enough sunlight. As she returns to the living room, she watches her daughter dance on the couch using the tv remote as a microphone as she sings the song. The woman smiles before walking over to the radio and turning the volume all the way down, causing Melinoë to turn to her.
"Hey!" Melinoë snaps at the woman while turning to look at her, her two-tone hair of half black and half white swinging as she does, "What gives? You're ruining my jam, Madre!" she says hoping off the couch.
"Don't worry dear, I don't plan on asking you to stop, I just want to know if you are staying for dinner and if so what do you want to eat?" the woman asks with a motherly smile to the other girl in the room dressed like a punk-rock goth princess.
"Oh, is dad gonna show up?" Melinoë asks, cocking her hip as she looked at the woman in bell-bottom jeans and a black shirt with a large skull logo.
The woman sighs, "You know how busy he gets in the summer, so I'm not-" the woman begins to explain but was cut off by an unexpected sound, the sound of knocking.
Knock, Knock, Knock!
Both of the women turn to look at the front door, confusion etched deeply on their faces before turning back to one another, "Do you feel anyone?" The woman asks, and Melinoë shakes her head slowly.
"No," Melinoë says, turning to look back at the door, "How did anyone get up here without being stopped? I have my ghosts patrolling the halls, they should have warned us if they saw anyone," she says with a frown.
Knock, Knock, Knock!
Both women frown before the older of the two walk to the door, there were very few beings that knew she was here, and even fewer who could even want anything from her. If it was her husband using his helm, then he would have just let himself in instead of knocking. So when she opened the door to find no one there, the woman was even more confused. She pokes her head out and looks down the hall to see no one, she was about to close the door when she jumped as a voice spoke from nowhere.
"Are you Kore?" the disembodied voice of a young man asks.
The woman takes a step back, her eyes wide because once again, she couldn't feel anyone.
"Show yourself, Now!" She orders, her earthen brown eyes turning cold as she glares at the empty space, preparing to summon forth her domain of destruction. It wasn't as powerful as her other self but it would be enough to rip most things apart.
"Oh, right! The cloak, sorry," the voice says as it seemed reality shifts before her, parting to reveal a human arm to pull back a hood of nothing to reveal the face of a young man with wild black hair and haunted emerald eyes with a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead, from the slitted pupils alone the woman had a good idea who the boy was, but beyond the Hunt that the woman was sure was running through him, his eyes held more than words could do justice. The bags under them spoke of sleepless nights, the pain of loss shown from deep within spoke of recent pain that he had yet to process or accept, and the haunted look spoke of the nightmares that make his nights sleepless.
"Sorry about, ah, dropping by without notice," the boy says with a grimace, "Rather rude I know it's just, ah, I-I need to, ah, talk to you, if your Kore about, well…you?" the boy explains, sounding confused himself, and what was even more infuriating is that she still couldn't tell who he was.
"However you're doing that," The woman says with a gesture to the floating head trick the boy was doing, "Stop it," she says in a tone that brokered no argument.
To the woman's surprise, the boy just blinks before his arms appear once more to undo the strap that held whatever he was wearing around him, he shrugs off…whatever it was before looking back at the woman as a flood of information hits her, she was correct in her guess, the boy in front of her was the Son of Artemis, Harry Potter. If it wasn't for her domains telling her that, she would have known by the jacket he wore, a dark steel gray one. She stands there, her fingers tapping the door as the boy shuffles awkwardly in front of her, debating on what to do. Not many half-bloods sought her out either in the summer or the winter months, most of them thought her either irrelevant or far too scary to look for, but this boy had approached her without fear.
"I am the Kore, Harry Potter," Kore tells the young boy with narrowed eyes, "What questions do you have for me?" she asks as she hears Melinoë behind her asking who it was, Kore steps to the side and closes the door a bit to block the view of who was at the door, knowing her daughter she would try to jump the boy's bones as soon as she saw him, with Melinoë having a particular love for all things haunted and nightmare blessed, a boy like this would be like Christmas morning and her birthday all role into one for her.
"Well, they're not about you, um, I think?" Harry says, shuffling in place a bit, "Artemis explained it but it was kinda hard to follow, but you're like two people in one, right?" he asks, looking at Kore confused.
Kore nods slowly, "An oversimplification, but yes, essentially," she says with a nod of her head.
"Mom, come on, who is it?" Melinoë whispers as she pokes Kore in the side, but the woman doesn't budge.
"My questions are about the other, ah, you," He says, frowning, "Zoë, Artemis' Lieutenant, met her once a long time ago, and well, I'm kinda looking for someone or something?" he asks, sounding confused, "I don't even know if it's a god or something like one really," he says with a sigh.
"Well, Persephone only comes out in the winter months, so I don't know if I could help you with that," Kore says before slapping the hand of her daughter away before shooting her a glare for trying to poke her again and turning back to the boy.
"That's fine, I just,..." Harry says with a sigh and pressed lips, "I just need to know about beings with black eyes, and I know she has them," he says while looking at Kore in her widening brown eyes.
"Fine!" Melinoë snaps, before she draws on the domain of ghosts and steps through the door before Kore could stop her. The intangible white form of Melinoë stops as she sees Harry, her face lighting up like a thousand-watt bulb, "Well, heeello~ Pretty Boy," she says as the ghostly form flickers and becomes solid once more as she looks at the boy while licking her lips, "What brings a cursed little cutie like you to my neck of the woods, hmm?" the princess of ghost says with a smirk as she advances on the rapidly retreating boy, his hand digging into his jacket pocket for something as her {Fathomless Black Eyes} glenting with want as she eyes the boy up and down.
This is set a few years in the future but before the hunt for Artemis.
Seven of Swords
On this card is depicted a Young man standing in front of a door talking to a woman with white hair and black eyes, in the arms of the boy he holds a great scythe with seven swords sticking out of his back.
