Descent
Alastor purred, nuzzling her neck again.
If Alastor had been told years ago that his mate was actually the goddess Proserpina, he would have gladly kicked the bucket if it meant finding her soon… even if it meant meeting his mate in the underworld.
Now that would be a new brand of Elysium.
The moment he felt his mate trying to untangle herself from him, Alastor directed her towards the tree, planted his hands on each side of her head, keeping her right where he wanted. The goddess gritted her teeth, glaring at him.