Westside Oracle: A Paranormal Women's Fiction Novel: (Midlife Olympians #1) by T.J. Deschamps

Author:T.J. Deschamps [Deschamps, T.J. & Deschamps, T.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9798986389646
Publisher: T.J. Deschamps
Published: 2023-01-14T13:00:00+00:00

Chapter

Eighteen

Obsidian and glittering, Persephone’s palace was the antithesis of the palace on Olympus. Wraiths in black cloaks, with hoods shielding their faces, floated in the lavish halls. Other specters acted as the living would, going about their business. Somehow, I wasn’t afraid of any of the dead. Maybe because none of the inhabitants of the palace seemed unhappy. The conflict in Olympus seemed to not exist in Hades. The ruler of this domain, and the order of things, seemed clearer.

The halls were appointed with opulent décor throughout. They were a gothic dream with elements of nature throughout. Throughout her home, the Queen of Hades made life and death equally attractive. She brought me to a cozy room with comfy oversized chairs, offering one for me to sit. She took the other chair, sitting as much like a girlfriend ready to chat as a queen taking the throne. I liked not having to endure the pomp of Olympus despite the luxurious palace. I felt like I was in someone’s home, not the chambers of a greater building.

Cerberus sat on the floor next to us. I noticed a patch of white in the shape of a diadem on his chest. His spot, earning the pooch his name. In my world, he only had one head. In the Underworld, he had three. Also, he’d grown a bit bigger and scarier, but only in appearance. Cerberus acted like a playful puppy, bringing me toys.

Lucky me.

"We live in uncertain times. Human belief is shifting. What was the norm for many millennia in your world is no longer so. There's a revival of the Greco-Roman gods, especially in the Americas where belief is, how do you say it, up for grabs." She smiled at her dog and scratched his ears. "My father once held great power. However, before the Olympians were the Titans. He fears humans worshipping those primordial gods." The smile faded. Her big brown eyes glistened, and her voice quavered as she added, "Since the only door to Tartarus is in my home, so do I."

I nodded, unsure of where this was going.

"I don't want a prediction, Lydia. I want to keep you safe from the Titans who escaped. If they use you as a key, you will die as certainly as your mother did." She exhaled a shaky breath. A tear fell. "Apollonia deserved better than whatever tortures Echidna and Typhon put her through trying to open the gate."

"How do you know she was tortured?"

Persephone rose and bid me to follow. We looked out a window. Below, in a beautiful twilight meadow dotted with asphodel, specters roamed. "Apollonia showed up at the Ferryman's Gate, her soul in tatters. She made little sense, a remnant more than a full soul, but she deserved peace."

I placed my palm on the window. The old wound in my chest ripped wide open and bleeding. Somewhere out there my mother wandered.

"Why do you care what happens to me or my mom?"

"The Oracles of Delphi possessed the ichor of the Fates, the Titans, the Olympians, and the blood of humans.

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