Cerberus (Part 2 of Kore)

Cerberus-2005Cover by Popcorn Pictures

A wrathful Aides sends his loyal hellhound to fetch the defiant Kore and drag her back to his realm.

“Kore has defied me for the last time!” Aides spits angrily.

Winter has seized the dying earth in its icy grasp, and yet, Kore has not returned.

In over a millennia, she has never failed to take her place by his side in the underworld.

Now, he stands in a desolate parking lot in Nashville watching Kore escape through the glacial tempest with her lover. The irony of her fleeing past Athena’s temple only feeds the hungry beast of jealousy ripping its way through his core.

For thousands of years he has loved her, agonized over her, fought for her.

But he never found a way to win her love in return.

Her growing hatred has left no room for forgiveness.

And he will not forgive her transgression.

”Bring me Cerberus!” Aides orders his minion, “Kore’s consort should satisfy my hellhound’s appetite for live meat.”

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© 2013 Samantha Redstreake Geary
 

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Kore

no_regrets_Exper Giovanni Rubaltelli

Cover Art: no_regrets_Exper Giovanni Rubaltelli

Winter beckons Kore to return to the underworld, but she has other plans.

The biting wind tore through her, pushing and pulling, like a living thing. Kore knew Hades himself had sent it from the depths of hell to fetch her.
The sudden drop in temperature was a warning.
If she failed to return, all hell would break loose.
But this time, Kore had a reason to defy the possessive, thieving tyrant.

And what a handsome reason he was, the charming youth who stole her heart without resorting to brute force.

She was meeting him in Nashville, near the Parthenon entrance. The massive replica of her past towered over his slender form. He was pacing between the illuminated columns, anxiously waiting for her.

For the first time in a millennia, she felt true happiness.

And Kore was willing to fight whatever hell unleashed to keep it.

Flakes of snow began to drift between them, dusting the empty parking lot.

Time to run.

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© 2013 Samantha Redstreake Geary