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“What will you do?” she asked, “As you know I am not much of an scholar, so I suppose mercenary!” she nodded before asking the burning question despite knowing that she may not like the answer, “Why will no one marry you, it would give them added status and authority?” “It’s either I was rude in my original refusal to them or they dislike my brutality and cruelty” “So... what will happen now?” I looked up before stating the terms, “I can take only what a horse can carry and no coinage, my belongings are over there. Armour, weapons, tent and a journal to keep track of things!” she nodded before getting up to walk him out, they were met by the sniggering of Zeus and his loyalists who spoke, “Thánatos take over!” he nodded but ignoring my warnings I shrugged, “He won’t last the decade...” “That’s none of your concern boy. Since you lost your title you aren’t entitled to the name given. So what do they call you or is it just boy!” “Damian!” “Now go Damian and don’t ever come back!” I nodded walking away before stopping spoke, “Just make sure Thánatos does these three things everyday. 1. Never take more than one prisoner out at a time, 2. Always check every cell is locked twice a day: one in the morning and one at night. 3. Don’t get close to any of the prisoners!” he nodded ignoring the comments as I left seeing the over gods laugh and throw stuff at me apart for Persephone who dropping her rock walked away with Hades trying to talk sense into her and turning around felt lumps forming from the rock hit places spoke, “One day you will need my help and I will remember this!”

Years pass:

*Thump* *thump* *thump* “Shit Damian!” Persephone cried riding her grandson’s cock, her breasts ached from this morning’s rough sex and her baby daughter feeding off them, her butt whipped read raw and her hole in that region permanently stretched but despite all this her lust continues to ache for him; as always it was for coin and since he knew of her desires for him kept increasing the price but he did spend the night over just the singular fuck and Persephone would confess that she was powerless to resist him even after he would leave for more jobs. She would spend any money or valuable she could to make him stay but he wouldn’t do it, so it was in these moments where she ensured she would enjoy these tender moments or throw herself at him it was also once seen by Hermes that as Damian left the naked Persephone flung herself at him begging him to stay but all she got was him fucking her on the steps in front of people until she could barely stand and walk off state, “Have that as a freebie!”

As she came she looked at her none hands her legs still wrapped tightly around his waist as she looked into his emotionless eyes knew he would be leaving, “Please stay with me!” “Where’s my money?” “On the counter but please stay!” “I have another job to go to. Dionysius apparently has trouble with his muses and wants me to put them down!” “Money? I pay double if you stay the night...” “I don’t want to bankrupt you.... we not yet anyway!” “Stay with me and I will give you all my valuables even kingship of this land!” “Thanks but I’m barred from that, nice try though!” “What about my hands?” “I’ll send Hermes in to sort it. Bye for now Persephone!”

The door swung open to the tavern and the customers who looked up at the figure now returned to their drinking. The armour figure dropped the coins on the counter as the barkeep like always handed him a bottle of ale and a key to his room, which was virtually always his, “Another job done?” “Of course! Two more lined up but that’s for tomorrow not today. Has she been in?” “Your blonde? Yes, she was changing... Keira, Keira... Keira Metz where the hell are you?” he shouted but hearing the light footsteps heard her speak, “Calm down, I was getting ready... oh hello stranger with the big blades!” “‘Ello Keira. Looking as **** as ever!” “Hey I’m not the one carrying the big blades on my back, you know what they say about big blades? It’s just over compensating for their manhood!” “I don’t remember you complaining the last few dozen times we slept together...” “You got me there but am I in a place to complain when Persephone would kill me if I did?” “Yes... I complain about Persephone all the time!” “Yes but no one would dare fuck with “The Hunter” dead as the night, as swift as the shadows and as passionate as an animals lust!” “Now that is only what you have made up!” “No... not true, Priscilla made it up after you saved her... and then fucked her!” “How’s the boy?” “Crying endlessly for his father but understands your job” “How about tomorrow we go out somewhere? I have some time and business will just be negotiating fees!” “Okay, we would like that but why not now?” “Well I have a few points to raise with you first!” she smirked before nodding pulled my hand up to the room already undoing her dress.

Their lips met slippery against each other as their tongues battled for dominance before pushing away she laid down drinking her glass of wine watching him strip in front of her his card immediately hardening as she lightly blew on it, “Such a body and a veiny cock, I can never get enough of it and don’t give me that “We Isu are built in the perfect image” crap. You’re special!” he stood there cock inches away from her face, “Come and get it!”she pounced on him sliding the cock inside her in what used to be a struggle but now after endless fucking years back it had little trouble. She threw her arms back to brush through her hair whilst her other hand massages her breasts, “I miss not being able to produce milk. I remember the times you drank from my bosom!” she rode his cock enjoying the control but smiling she knew it would last much longer and he would soon be dominating her body.

Her legs were wrapped around his waist as he dominated her hole, fucking her repeatedly. They didn’t worry about a slow build because from the other times they were used to a fast pace. Memories flooded back to the times they would fucked virtually all day and everyday in any bed or Persephone’s temple. His cock continued to fuck her as her body tightened around his tool, he knew how to make her cry, moan and pleasure her and even as she came she knew he would not pull out and she didn’t care, she wanted to be pregnant again to carry his child; only then would he be hers.

“Can I ask you something” Keira asked laying on his chest looking into dead eyes, “Sure why not? What do you want?” she kissed his cheek before smiling asked, “What am I to you and Gratian? The others laugh claiming I should be better off then i am” he laughed before saying, “Ignore them, I do. You are my courtesan for now with the perks of an wife and despite being classed as an bastard by the others is recognised as my first born and legitimate child which entitled him to the privileges, he’ll just have to ignore the mocking... or beat them; either one works!” she nodded disappointed but knowing it was the best she was going to achieve under the circumstances spoke, “Can we at least find a place to live?” “You know what happened the last few times that I’ve bought an house...” “It’s just this isn’t really a place to live!” he nodded before throwing his entire over bulging sacks of coins spoke, “Take this to Persephone, tell her you are looking for a place to live near the temple. She will get nosy despite how much he looks like me... tell her that you could just tell Hades about the last Festival of Athena and show them this...” he handed her his identity crest that hung around his neck before finishing, “She will take of it and will probably ask for you to explain who you are. Tell her the truth because I won’t deny it and ask for Athena to help educate Gratian, she is very obliging if you suck up to her and agree with everything she whines about!” she nodded before jumping at the sound of knock watched Damian slide off the bed and pull his trousers on.

“Sorry to interrupt you but you an urgent message!” “From?” “The figure didn’t say, just handed us the request and said it was for you!” “Hmm! Appearance then?” “It looked dead and I mean decaying dead. Scared the humans. It was a giant of an man, long braided hair and spoke with an eastern accent not our one but more of an dockside accent. He carried only a axe on his back and smelt foreign, we don’t have anyone here by this description!” I nodded before closing the door began to read the letter.

“Zantano-Thánato or should I call you Damian now?” “You know the hand?” I nodded before looking back at Keira who laid there not bothered about what was on show, “It’s from Hela...” “How do you know?” “It says at the bottom like most messages!” “Who?” “Norse goddess of the underworld, the place they call Helheim!” “But they are realms away! Why contact you?” I nodded before studying it spoke, “You see where we all get along or sort of do, Norse gods hate each other. The living hate and are weaker than the dark gods, the evil and hellish ones led by Loki and his daughter Hela. They even predict when Ragnarok comes they will butcher the gods that’s why Odin has made a deal with Zeus and Zeus puts pressure despite Hades and Persephone’s willingness to avoid Hela and co. to fight alongside Odin. Hela is actually a friend or more like old flame; we grew up together well actually I went wandering when I was young and spent a few decades in Helheim where she was growing up to and we became close but to avoid war I was sent back but we stayed close and corresponded regularly talking about business and efficiency because I am the closet think to her in the Greek gods in the way of anger and personality. You know when I got defrocked, she refused to accept it and offered me a place in the Norse underworld all I had to do was love her of course I said no because I still loved Triss but from there onwards if Triss died in or near Skellige she would end up in Hela’s realm and hell would rain down upon her!” “What does Hela want?” “Hmm... fuck!” “What?” “A human has “broke in” to Helheim and is causing hell. Killing her men and other gods she wants me to end it!” “Why can’t see deal with it, it’s her realm!” “Because she can’t touch a living being apart for gods of course. She can to encourage **** but can never physically touch a human. It’s the rules; she can’t ask any of the other gods as they are busy, Odin’s lot would be cheering and the only other god/Isu she knows is me. Fuck me!” “Okay!” “No I’m being serious!” “What? good reward? Not enough?” “No, the rewards is massive with options for more. However, it’s just she wants me to search her complex for this person!” “And...” “I hate it, it’s so dark how I’m meant to find her and it’s feels so enclosed like an endless maze!” “Don’t go...” “If I don’t see her, she will come here and that will soo many diplomatic problems!” “When does she want to meet?” “Two days time. It means I don’t have too much time!” “But you promised to take Gratian out!” I nodded before studying the agreements spoke, “Right I will go to Artemis now. Kill the beast, come back to enjoy the day with you two and tonight I’ll go to Dionysius!” she nodded before kissing my cheek spoke, “Thank you Damian!”

The wind blew as Keira stood next to Gratian bidding her lover farewell, he never showed much emotion like always but he acknowledged her sadness but still didn’t understand on what he should do. Gratian still very young didn’t fully understand but seeing his father adjust his weapons on his back with his satchel of bare essentials heard as he hugged him, “I’ll be back Gratian, look after your mother and don’t let Persephone influence you!” he nodded before watching mother receive an peck on her cheek begin to trudge off to the dock, Charon would get him near however he wouldn’t go to the gates he never would.