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6LS2 - Demeter, Earth Mother, receives yet another marriage proposal for her daughter
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âEROS DIPHUES (Love of Two Forms)
Eros, Love Primordial, tires of toying with little gods and mortals when he doesnât know the joys of bodily pleasure himself. Upon incarnatingânow with wings!âhe is gifted a cherub-sized bow and arrows from his father, the God of War. The first heart Eros shoots is that of Persephone, Bringer of Blossomtime. The arrowâs name? Fated Love. The arrowâs target?
Also. Nobody calls Persephone by her true name. They call her KORE, âthe Maiden,â and itâs pronounced like âko-rayâ or âkoraâ not like âcore of the planet.â
792 years laterâŚ
DEMETER, EARTH MOTHER, MISTRESS OF BOUNTY
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Her gaze hardened at the young god standing so boldly before her.
Apollo didnât notice. Edging closer, he crooned, âMajestic Lady, I know what the oracle foretold at your daughterâs birth as well as you do.â His arms spread wide. As he prepared to recite, his upturned palms glowed with golden light. His voice deepened like a booming echo in a canyon around the sinister words Demeter worked each day to banish from her mind. ââAnd she to rest her silverâd head, where oath-making stream is fed. Where soulsâââ
âEnough.â Earth Mother snapped her face away from the God of Light, Music, Poetry andâyesâProphesy. Apolloâs theatrics had never impressed her.
Neither did his unabashed nakedness, and at a formal interview with a First-Generation Olympian, no less. It was to be expected. Apolloâs mother could feign modesty all she liked, and his father could call himself the Master of Order, boasting restraint, dignity, wisdom. Hah. That windbag brute had needed to devour the Goddess of Wisdom to obtain a shred of that quality, and he only displayed restraint and dignity when he was on display.
Offspring always revealed the truth of the inner workings. As such, Apolloâs twin sister ran wild and unchaperoned, while this golden godling ran wild andâŚ
Nude.
Demeterâs lips pursed as she speared her gaze into the depths of the nearby fig grove.
Apollo slipped into her line of sight and gave his corona a subtle pulse to recapture her attention. âBountiful One, you know of what the prophesy speaks. âOath-making streamââwell, thatâs obviously the Underworldâs River Styx. And âsilverâd headâ? An immortalâs locks do not turnââ
âNo. They do not. I simply must find Kore a husband she will go to enthusiastically. If she is a willing bride, the prophesy will be broken.â
âPrecisely my point. Dear Lady, she must be sheltered in the light, lest some villainous deed render her ravished, mortal, and extinct.â
Demeter flinched at such a calloused delivery of those words.
Little Lordling Light didnât notice that either, just straightened back up into his prognosticatorâs attitude. ââSky shall turn his head aside, as violent-made the maid âcomes bride. Chained andâââ
âSTOP reciting that.â Shockwaves quaked around Demeterâs feet, silencing Apollo as well as every living thing in the vicinity. The sunlight woven into the girdled layers of her silky garments threatened to shoot sparks. Her conical headdress grew in height until she towered over him. Her veil billowed in the gust of her ire. âJust because you slew the Great Python and usurped the oracle at Delphoiââ
âGreat Lady, I usurped nothing. I See at my fatherâs will. I am his prophet, and as suchââ
âOh, yes. You certainly are that.â Never a complimentary thing, in Demeterâs opinion.
Light flared inside Apolloâs nostrils as he huffed out his affront. âThat scaly, fiendish monster harried my mother all through her pregnancy and was a menace to all who draw mortal breath. It needed to be put down, and a proper oracle installed.â
âProper.â Demeter sniffed. âIndeed. My daughterâs birth prophesy is more ancient than you are. Just because you now possess it, that doesnât mean it needs to be flung as far and as whimsically as you fling your arrows, your pretty golden beams, and everything else you inherited from your father.â
Apolloâs eyes slammed closed and he drew in a swift breath. He pushed it out his mouth in a loud, measured stream until he could look once more upon her with composure. A surprise, for he had always seemed reactive and rashâanother inheritance from Zeus On High. âGlorious Queen of the Earth,â Apollo said in a voice woven from honey, sunbeams, and zeal, âonly when dark things are brought into the light may they be addressed and healedâand this prophesy is dark, let me assure you.â
âCallow child, you have been installed at Delphoi forâwhat? A few centuries now, and you think to instruct me on this matter? Do you think I am unaware? For nine-hundred-and-seventy-six years, those words have occupied my every thought. They sway my every decision.â
After Koreâs birth, Demeter had secretly beseeched a new prophesy from Astraios in the hopes that the Master of Stars and Astrology could confirm that the girlâs ill-fated omens had been misread. Or perhaps that the Fates could somehow be swayed into spinning another texture into Koreâs life thread.
Instead, the astrologer had delivered worse news.
Well, the travesty of Astraiosâ prophesy had come to pass just before Koreâs second Century Feast, so Demeter refused to stand idle. She had to find an ecstatic marriage for her daughter. Immediately! Only the power of Fated Love could hope to combat such a ghastly destiny. Chained and splayed upon his wall, dragged to unrecoveredâ
No. It will not come to pass. It cannot.
But Earth Mother was running out of time. She could feel it. Kore was ready to mate. She had been for centuries. A goddess of their lineage should always mate and procreate, bestowing bounteous blessings in every fashion possible. Kore was Demeterâs only child, descended from the Queen of the Earth, the Queen of Titans, and from Gaia, Primordial Earth Her Very Self, so she bore great responsibility in the types of offspring she created.
And oh, the offspring that girl would bear! The light she would bring to all the Cosmos amidst the making of them! Kore was an irrepressible vortex of creation. She was also loveliness incarnate, a ripe, luscious treasure.
Such a dangerous commodity for one so sweet and impressionable.
Her very scent wafted waves of, âTake me, kiss me, deflower me, empower me!â It grew stronger with every day. Therefore, so did Demeterâs protective warding around their grove, for the girl knew nothing of gods and their lust. Their lies. Daily, they clamored closer, drawn in like bees to clover. Demeter could lecture and warn Kore all day and all night for eternity, but the child could never know.
Not until it was too late.
Apollo had his sireâs perfect, shiny smile and his perfect, glowing pectorals. Heâd also inherited Zeusâ gilded tongue, his bed-hopping reputation, and that responsibility-shirking, heavy-fisted arrogance that drove Demeter into a fury every time they spoke.
But she was running out of options as quickly as she was running out of time. Thatâs why she had made herself take this audience, why she had sworn to give the boy a chance instead of judging him by his lineage. Well, now face-to-face with him, she feared that he was little more than a spark off the old bolt.
As Earth Motherâs countenance darkened and loomed over Apollo, he cringed and rushed forward. Palm to heart, he knelt before her and dared to take her hand. âMagnificent Lady, Gift-Giver Supreme, Light-Bearer Divine, let me ease your burdened mind and troubled heart. Bind your precious Kore to me. I can protect her. Your daughter need not make the Eternal Descent. I implore you, let me make her mine and I shall adore her for all time.â
As inviting currents flowed from his hands into hers, Demeter snatched her fingers away. âI will arrange a meeting between you. Should your interest prove amenable to her, I shall consider your offer.â
âYou will not regret it. Long have I heard tell of your daughterâs laughter and wit, her spry grace, her unparalleled beauty that is said to even rival the Goddess of Love andââ
âYes, yes. Kore is a dove amongst ducks, and a considerable step up from all your nymphs and mortal princesses. I know very well that Hera laughed in your face when you expressed interest in her daughters, and that Eris threw more than laughter in your face.â
Apollo's cheeks flashed as crimson as the blood-nectar that had been splashed there when he had once flirted with the Goddess of Discord.
âSave all your honeyed words and your fingertip stroking, APOLLON.â Such a sharp invocation of his formal name made him flinch and brought his gaze snapping up to meet hers. Irritation flashed white through his eyes before the disgruntlement struck: no, his renowned charms had not won her over. Demeter bared her teeth. âKore is a powerful goddess in her own right, the granddaughter of Titans, descended of Gaia. She is your equal, and in many ways, your better. Never forget that.â
This time, the boy's cheeks glowed with a ruddy smolder. He rose up with a lofty chin and barbed glare. âI, too, am of Gaiaâs line, Lady, son of the King On High. And I am not merely the grandchild of Titans. My mother is one. Just because you all shunned herââ
âWe are not here to discuss your motherâs worth, but yours. Prove it, and I shall grant you union with my daughter for her protection. But she will never be âyours,â a possession to flaunt and dominate, while you creep about, stabbing your woody shaft at anything that rustles in the shrubs. True, Kore is the ray of dancing sunlight that inspires the trees to flower and the babes to open their eyes. But should you try to yoke her, I swear to Nemesis, I vow upon the Styx, you will wish you had instead bound yourself to the flaming wheel of Tartaros.â
Apollo buried his glower in a deep bow. âGreat Lady, I would never be so foolish as to provoke your wrath.â
Demeterâs eyes flashed like a spark upon parched wheat as she smirked. âI wasnât referring to mine.â
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