Jul 09, 2005 21:27
Hades leads Death back towards what she’s come for-Lilith. His little Omen. Grimacing to himself, he knows that’s not _her_ way of seeing things. But he’s a very patient being, after all. He has all the time in the world… or, rather, the underworld.
He can wait for a very long time. He already _has_ waited a very long time.
The problem is, he thinks, that people under estimate him. Oh, sure, he’ll kowtow to Death’s wishes and whims. Sometimes you just have to know who’s the bigger dog in the yard, and accept it.
But what Death doesn’t realize is that he understands it more than accepts it. For now, it’s a necessary truce on his part. He knows his time will come, because he’s made it that way. And by the time any of them see it, there won’t be enough time.
He stops in front of the fountain, pausing for a moment as he gives a quick glance around with his eyes. “She was here,” he says quietly. By the end of the short sentence, the anger is apparent in his voice.
Lilith is gone, replaced by Persephone. With raised, infuriated brows, he turns on his wife. “Where. Is. She?”
death,
olympics,
greek gods