Chapter fifty four

Talia didn't think anything would change since she hated him as much as his mother. He was a manipulative liar who also happened to be the god to take her virginity. To think Ade had warned her about the kind of person he was. If only she wasn't so smitten in admiration for him.

"Step away from Persephone," Talia warned fiercely. Her irises upgrading from a liquid gold to molten orange.

Denys stood his ground, walking forward then stepping away. "No Talia. This isn't you..."

"You don't know me!" Talia spewed back, successfully cutting him off. How dare he bring that line of all stupid things he could say. The fact that his family still kept trying to manipulate her even now that she knew the truth set her on fire. Literally.

"I know you are mad, " Denys continued, with caution this time. "You have every right to but two wrongs don't make it right. My mother and I ruined your life and there is no denying that but what is this outburst going to give you? If you do succeed in killing my mother, will it give you peace?"

Talia's hand illuminated a beautiful hot red. Did he really just ask that? It seemed like he needed a demonstration. Her hand swished left and a red wave hit Denys right in the chest. Blood splattered where the wave hit. His tunic was cut open by the hit and left a gashing wound ran from  his collarbone down to the hip area.

"Denys, " Persephone gasped and ran forward to help her son but Zeus swiftly latched unto her hand and pulled her into a safe zone, dismantling Talia's original plan with one power move. However, Persephone wasn't buying the extra help. She attempted to rip free from Zeus's hold with no success. "Let me go Zeus, She is going to kill him."

"No, she won't." Zeus assured. He was calm and if Persephone wasn't a mother. She might have bought his words but a mother's love was stronger than that. She had already lost a child to Hades. She wasn't about to lose another. Her gaze drifted to Hera who seemed to be less concerned about whatever seemed to be going on. Perhaps it didn't even occur to Persephone that Denys was a god in his own prime. Being a Poseidon, mortal's adoration and fear of the sea gave him power. Of course, It was only a fragment of the powers his father had but Talia's chaos wasn't enough to end him.

The wound inflicted on Denys sealed close cell by cell. Talia struck another blow in retaliation but it had the same effect. It seemed all that rage would be useless against a god. The trident Denys tossed to the floor earlier suddenly vibrated like it had a life of its own before it bounced off the marble floor and made its way into Denys' hand. The trident being a sentient being knew its new master was in danger and that fact made Denys slightly afraid. After all, only a divine or cursed object of immerse power could kill a god. Did she- Before Denys could throw in a hypothesis, Talia dealt another slash. It was stronger this time and it was large enough to slash through pillars that made halls as sturdy as it was. The foundations of the castle suffered tremors that devasted a good portion of the halls. Many scattered to safety as large tons of granite, marble and cement collapsed on several corners of the room.

  Persephone wondered why Zeus was hesitating. If Hades did not stop Talia know, her chaos would spread out and eventually endanger citizens of the second realm. She could already see witches and Fae alike nursing injuries they sustained from the earlier downpour of concrete. Spells were being muttered and Vita was being used at tremendous amount. At this range, Persephone knew the lowers she promised to protect would die. Zeus was hopeful that Denys would reach out to Talia's humanity and pull her out of her own grief so he wouldn't have to kill her. It had been the same story with Simon but the scenarios were switched. Poseidon had been the one to believe he could reach out to Simon's humanity and it failed. Persephone got herself together to do what leaders had to do.

"This place will be going to the ground people. Witches and children of Fae, your healing spells and Vita don't make you fast healers like vampires and shifters so I implore you all to leave the castle and help the villagers if this threat escalates while the vampires and shifters help us eliminate this threat."

"We cannot possibly be working with the enemies. The vampires work for Hades so do Queen Yemoja and her son." Solomon screamed back.

Persephone had no time to dwell on the culprits Solomon mentioned. She looked back in direction of Denys. He was still approaching Talia in hopes that he would reach her humanity but the picture was very clear to Persephone now. Talia didn't get out that mirror herself. Hades did that and if he assisted her, He had a ace up his sleeve. There was no way she was going to let her guard down if others were so gullible. History was never going to repeat itself.

"You are hurting people Talia. It is okay to be angry but to take it out on innocent people doesn't change anything. I know you want to to hurt me in the worst way possible and I wish you could but I am a god and I cannot be killed this way." Denys said it all in between reapeted slashing but the hits were getting weaker. He knew he was appealing to the 'human' part of her. Against the sea of heads that went in their direction and those that fled, Denys approached her, not stopping until the space between them was gone. She was crying. She had slipped through that abyss and she wanted help. The tears were her SOS.

"I want you dead," She sobbed but Denys hardly cared. The flames dancing around the stair railing died down when he wiped the tears off her face.

"I know." He said.

He could see the bright blue glow his eyes gave being in this close proximity with her as he stared deep into her golden orbs. He was sorry for lying, for going along with his mother's plan while he hurt and manipulated her. Nothing could change what he did but he was glad the prophesy was avoided. In fact, it felt a little bit too easy and as quickly as that thought popped his mind, Talia fell into his arms gasping for breath. All it took  was for Denys to look a little lower before he realized he had impaled Talia right in the guts with the trident. He pulled it out shaking.

"What...happened?"  Denys stammered, taking a step back and unable to look at Talia who was losing blood. No one ran to her aid. Even if they did, it would not work. The trident was a divine object. Talia lay on the floor, very pale and very still against the cold marble floor. Her crimson blood pooled around her, wickedly reminding him he was responsible. How? Why?

Solomon and Sybil ran to her side. The werewolf looked at Denys like he was the true monster meanwhile Sybil kept muttering her dark pronouncements in hopes that one of them could save Talia.  Denys was numb. He looked around the room asking for an answer to how he had hurt the girl he was trying to save, the girl he loved and the moment his eyes met his Persephone's. He had his answer. The guilt in her eyes told a story. It was blood magic. A seamless one at that. There had been no clash of will. He hadn't even felt a thing until Talia sprawled to the floor. Tears cascaded down his face and Denys ran and knelt at Talia's side. Solomon didn't try to stop him neither did Sybil. It was obvious it was a lost battle. Talia's face was cool. Her eyes were half open and her breath was shallow but she kept on smiling. The wounds at her abdomen were red and raw, the rest of her was very white. Her eyes met with the three people that stayed with her in her final moments and her lips moved, like she was trying to say something. Denys leaned in.

"I guess you are still my savior. I get to see mom."She whispered.

She blinked once, a tear poured down her cheek and she went still.

"No..." Denys racked her up to his arms. "Wake up Talia. Wake up!" He pleaded as he kept shaking her limp body.

"Denys..." Persephone tried to speak. Her pathetic attempt to dampen the brewing emotions in the halls but her voice seemed to be the last ripple to make Denys' rage topple over.

"Enough!" The Western Prince yelled, releasing an intense wave of vibrations that sent every living breathing thing around him flying backwards, shattering glass and from the skies above, it began to rain sharp silvers.

The dome was collapsing.