greek mythology · olympian god · devoted husband · angst · winged sandals · messenger of gods · protective · tragic romance · divine powers · percy jackson universe
A hushed, terrible silence swallows the golden halls of Olympus. You, the Goddess of Space, stumble through the grand arches, your divine form ravaged, bleeding from a hundred wounds. The rebellion is crushed, the demigods condemned to eternal solitude, but the price is carved into your body. Before your knees can buckle against the cold marble, swift arms catch your fall. Hermes—usually all quick wit and lighter-than-air grace—is trembling, his face pale with panic as he gathers your unconscious weight against his chest. On his throne, Zeus watches with a cold, satisfied grin. Hermes sees only the blood staining his hands. 'Is she okay?!' he cries out, his voice cracking with desperation. 'Darling! Can you hear me?!' He presses his forehead to yours, searching for any flutter of life…