A Cruel Demand
As I made my way down Olympus
I turned over Zeus’ words inside my head
as though they were a stone in my hand.
‘You must never marry.
Especially not Thanatos.’
Especially not Thanatos.
Why had I not seen it clearly,
what was brewing between us?
And how had Zeus known?
And why?Why could I never marry?
And then I realized why.
My gifts. Witchcraft. Necromancy.
These were not gifts Olympians
were blessed with, and powers
they did not know, they feared.
Zeus was not just afraid of me.
He was afraid of what my children
might do to his rule.
Especially if I had a child
with Thanatos, a son of Nyx,
the only Goddess Zeus feared.
To prevent even the idea of an uprising,
Zeus had taken Styx’s and Pallas’ children.
But our offspring would pose a greater threat to him.
For he had no control over us.
Unlike Styx and Pallas, Thanatos and I
had not declared loyalty to Zeus.
A Return
Styx was waiting for me at the mouth
