Persephone Ficlet
Setting: The immediate aftermath of the Merovingian's attempt to kidnap Lucien.
Persephone had had enough.
For centuries, she had endured her husband’s infidelities, looking the other way as he took man after woman into his bed, matching him transgression for transgression in her own unique way.
A lengthy string of affairs was dealt with early on by seducing his right-hand man. Lillith Faust’s slavish devotion to him and the arrival of Lucien Noir was matched by Tiger, Cain, and Abel’s secret loyalty to her. His first experiment into human/program hybrids had been repeated and improved upon with one of her own.
However, in the year of the Alliance, the balance had tipped in his favour.
Bringing the woman - the human woman - who was his current favourite under her roof, and then announcing that she was carrying his heir flustered Persephone. She retaliated by garnering the loyalty of his great-granddaughter (one of the products of his previous experiment), but this small victory rang hollow.
She was able to balance his affair with the One - barely - by taking up with General Shepherd, but she was still reeling from multiple blows. When Noir unexpectedly grew a spine and left the Merovingian for a wild little Russian chit, Persephone nearly cheered, hoping this would knock some sense into her husband.
Instead, he sank into a depression so deep it even affected the weather within the château subsystem. This was bad enough, but then he endeavoured to repossess Noir by attempting to kidnap the program while he slept.
Persephone had had enough.
Striding into her suite, she spotted Theida and snapped, “Get out.” The startled girl fled, and Persephone seated herself at a low table, satisfied that she would have no witnesses to this. She scrawled a single word on a sheet of paper before rising and entering her bedroom, emerging some minutes later in casual clothing, her hair bound behind her in a simple braid.
As she walked sedately into the hall, she felt eyes upon her an smiled grimly. “You may tell him I’m not coming back,” she instructed Lillith before letting herself into the Industrial Hallway.
Not once did she look back, confident that her husband would understand the note she had left behind:
“Causality.”
Persephone had had enough.
For centuries, she had endured her husband’s infidelities, looking the other way as he took man after woman into his bed, matching him transgression for transgression in her own unique way.
A lengthy string of affairs was dealt with early on by seducing his right-hand man. Lillith Faust’s slavish devotion to him and the arrival of Lucien Noir was matched by Tiger, Cain, and Abel’s secret loyalty to her. His first experiment into human/program hybrids had been repeated and improved upon with one of her own.
However, in the year of the Alliance, the balance had tipped in his favour.
Bringing the woman - the human woman - who was his current favourite under her roof, and then announcing that she was carrying his heir flustered Persephone. She retaliated by garnering the loyalty of his great-granddaughter (one of the products of his previous experiment), but this small victory rang hollow.
She was able to balance his affair with the One - barely - by taking up with General Shepherd, but she was still reeling from multiple blows. When Noir unexpectedly grew a spine and left the Merovingian for a wild little Russian chit, Persephone nearly cheered, hoping this would knock some sense into her husband.
Instead, he sank into a depression so deep it even affected the weather within the château subsystem. This was bad enough, but then he endeavoured to repossess Noir by attempting to kidnap the program while he slept.
Persephone had had enough.
Striding into her suite, she spotted Theida and snapped, “Get out.” The startled girl fled, and Persephone seated herself at a low table, satisfied that she would have no witnesses to this. She scrawled a single word on a sheet of paper before rising and entering her bedroom, emerging some minutes later in casual clothing, her hair bound behind her in a simple braid.
As she walked sedately into the hall, she felt eyes upon her an smiled grimly. “You may tell him I’m not coming back,” she instructed Lillith before letting herself into the Industrial Hallway.
Not once did she look back, confident that her husband would understand the note she had left behind:
“Causality.”