Demeter brought Nathan to Rome with a single gesture—light bending, space folding—and the moment their feet touched the stone platform, she vanished in a swirl of golden essence. No farewell, no lingering hesitation.
She was eager—almost anxious—to return to her Garden.
To Persephone.
Nathan understood her perfectly.
Demeter's protectiveness wasn't merely maternal instinct—it was devotion. A goddess guarding the one fragment of her existence untouched by divine politics, curses, and ancient grudges. Living with her daughter in that peaceful sanctuary… it was a life removed from pain.
A life Nathan wanted, one day.
A home untouched by violence.A family he could protect.A quiet corner of the world where the screams of war could never reach.
But that future felt impossibly distant—so far away he could barely imagine the path leading to it. Still… he held onto the idea like a fragile flame.
Shaking off the thoughts, he exhaled and looked around.
