#if you cant find out what a good percent of this means then dw its going to make sense once i start drawing it

[vilereign]

"This is only a minor setback. Better yet, only to be expected as one of the queens of Olympus."

Amphitrite is a show-woman, the formerly mortal Persephone of Carthage knew this too unfortunately well. Never could she ever think of trying to decipher what truly went on between the not-so-lovey-dovey couple. Could her own husband try? Well, he could. That doesn't guarantee that he'd be correct, Amphitrite always says.

"Once you recognize what you have inside you, a small piece of you goes mad." She slowly drifts towards her, like mist, like violent seduction without the intention to arouse. "And when you become completely bathed with unrivalled rage," Frail hands softly touch Persephone's cheeks as Amphitrite breathes,

"Vengeance will become yours."

With a heart of pure gold, Persephone tries to see the grieving woman. Even with what little she knows of how they acted around each other, she knows that Poseidon would terribly hate seeing her like this.

—

"Always so pretentious. You already have the adoration of our people here as queen, yet your mind games always have to extend to those who don't even know how to play, (or the fact that they're even playing.)" He says, combing his hand slowly through the tides of the ends of her hair.

To his dismay, his goddess only replies, "That is the appeal of my activities, no living human shall ever know what i'm thinking, and why. But if it's at your request, I may tell you only a single word—two more if I feel generous." Again, never a complete answer or explanation. Everything remains smoke and mirrors. A soft smile on her face warms his hidden heart though, as she plucks off the petals of a flower.

—

Persephone makes an attempt to challenge this madness, in hopes that she could prevent a drastic decision. "Please," Part of her voice quakes, but her expression remains strong. The two have lived vastly different experiences before ascending to Olympus, yet her entirety knows how to try and see what's tormenting the others around her deep down. "We know that it might not bring him back, but we can still try to put an end to this before it winds up killing more of our kin."

Amphitrite's hands slowly drop away from her face. In a low whisper, she utters, "I don't think I could care less about any more of our family members dying if it means I could deprive those scummy fools of any hope left in their eyes." It's true, Amphitrite truly did not care about any of their in-laws, because that's all they really are to her. In fact, she was about to strangle Kojiro to death after the third bout, only being stopped upon Hades and Zeus' demands. But what did she care about them? Nothing.

The goddess leaves the room, leaving a trail of water droplets on the floor as a result of her hair. They will pay for what they've done, and cheering as it happened. Persephone's stomach churns. Amphitrite places her hands over her own as she walks through the empty halls of her shared palace.

What would these children be to do without a father and a mother?