She looked away again, worried also, then took a deep breath.
“Well my little one, it has just begun. By time you have lived here, you will become the demon yourself. You will deny it, but in order to defeat the enemy, you must become like the enemy.”
“So I won’t be able to see my mom and dad? Or Daimien and Rasheed?” tears welled up in her eyes, her voice breaking.
“Your father allowed me to keep you for every three months, you go back for only two weeks. Once your time here is nearly over, you will have more time with mother and father. As for your brothers, while being Olympus, you will spend time with them, or they will visit you here.”
She opens the door… The room lights up, from the fireplace burning…
Persephone turns to her, “This is all yours. Your mother told me well. You will never have to worry about a cold night. Any concerns, let me know. My husband is basically is a living hellhole. It’s hopeless asking him.”
She steps in. The flames burning mid-level, on the left side of the bed is a table with blank lined journals; ranged smallest to largest, even taller than herself. Pencils and feathered pens. Sewing suppiles and books…
“This is nearly like me and my sisters room! I love it!” Movtos was excited.
“Really?” Persephone raised an eyebrow.
“I know what you are thinking… I barely had the candles burning except for the inscents.”
“Well enjoy… I will be back soon.” as she starter towards the door…