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“Give us peace. Please.”
The gods murmur. Zeus's breath smells of crackling ozone and clouds. His words roll like thunder.
“Give us rest.”
Though all is the same in death, this shade's voice seems almost more… tangible, then the first. Both god and man, strangely unfit for such a place. They pay no mind.
“The prophecy has been fulfilled, we are done. We are tired.”
Hera laughs, something about the desperation at which they spoke. Thetis winces from where she kneels.
“We were promised peace.”
I did not get the son I was promised. Her voice is of waves crashing into rocks. The icy cold depths of the ocean. He died too young, he did not live his full potential.
“All we want is peace, please.”
Many die in youth, you were lucky to have such a child in the first place.
No son of the divine is made only to die so young. She speaks to the floor, but there is bite behind her words. Give me this, this and this alone.
I have already fulfilled my debt to you, Thetis. There is anger is the great god's voice. She winces, but does not balk.
Then I shall be indebted to you, mighty father. Submission tastes bitter on her tongue, she swallows her pride nevertheless.
Very well. Lightning crackles, the skies weep. Very well.
She dips, and flees as though the floor beneath her feet burns.
You can't bring one back without the other. The goddess speaks, her voice of chiming bells, her words of honeysuckle. She enjoys this much more than the others, she sits a little straighter, listening to the pleading of the shades. The divine form of lust smiles with the cruelty of a carrion bird. They are bound, even in death.
“Please. Stop this.”
Very well, very well.
The rain screams their miseries for them as they are ripped apart in a flash of light.