Free Divine Ecstasy (The Guardians of the Realms Book 8) by Setta Jay Page A

fucking gone.
    Son of a bitch. What the hell was he up to now?

Chapter 7
     
    City of Efcharistisi, Tetartos Realm
     
    Hades reformed inside the palace in Efcharistisi. The Immortals milling around, laughing, stilled. “Bring me Zandra,” he commanded. One scampered off to do his bidding.
    “Leave,” he growled at the rest. He was in no mood to deal with others.
    He’d only stopped once, at his son’s home to cleanse himself of the Hell creature blood. It had taken time to get his rage under control and he still wanted blood, but not from beasts. Only his brother’s would do at this point.
    Until he could have that or his female called him to her side, he planned to clear up past misdeeds. When he’d been awoken, he’d been forced to search old books and information on the Realms in search of the stone that called to Thule. It had been in his palace when the Creators had come back to the world, but it had been missing from his things when the Guardians awakened him.
    Hades narrowed his eyes. He’d wasted days of his time only to find a frivolous book on this palace with an image of the stone set in a chandelier.
    He would deal with the thief now. And he planned to attain a home for himself at the same time.
    Now that the hardest bite of his rage was gone, his need for Sacha was swelling back to life. His cock was getting more demanding with every passing second. He needed distraction and he wanted a home of his own. One that would be suitable for his female and where he was free to allow his wings out. The Guardians made him promise to keep his wings hidden in Earth Realm, so he would choose a home in the Immortal Realm.
    He stifled another growl of sheer frustration. This was the only place he’d come across that seemed pleasing and suitable for a God and someone of his size while equally appealing to his female, who liked trees. There were several gardens and atriums in this place.
    He flexed his wings.
    He heard footsteps rapidly clicking on stone, and then Zandra, the Aletheia who owned the palace, came gliding around a corner. The beautiful female smiled brightly. She’d lived in his palace millennia ago. Her hair was different now, short to her chin with streaks of black and red. She was in a long gown and at her side was a dark-haired male the book had also photoed.
    “Zandra,” he acknowledged.
    “Hades,” she said, her eyes lit with pleasure. “Welcome to our home. This is my mate, Damon.”
    The male smiled, friendly but watchful. Hades was in no mood for pleasantries. “Explain to me how something of mine ended up here.” He wouldn’t like to think that a female who’d once enjoyed the protection of his palace had stolen from him.
    Zandra and Damon both stilled, their mouths dropping open. “What? Hades, I assure you I’d never have taken from you. You took me in when I escaped Apollo’s island.”
    He eyed her before nodding at the genuine horror and offense in her tone. He assessed them both. “Then tell me where you acquired the chandelier,” he said and pointed at the crystal above them.
    Zandra sucked in a horrified breath before answering, “I had it made in town.”
    “By who?” His tone was deadly. His wings flexed as the pair looked at each other.
    “Pietr made it.”
    He felt her sending him and image of a shop. “Good.” He nodded before glancing around. “There are hotels and resorts in Tetartos?”
    She frowned. “Yes.”
    “Good. I require this palace until mine is built. My son will give you whatever you require so that I may use it.”
    Neither spoke, just gaped at him, but he was already porting away.
    *****
    Put him down, P gritted out to his father the second he reformed and saw what the hell was going on. Hades was livid. And P wasn’t much happier, he’d been trailing the Deity only to find him holding up an Immortal Geraki, half bird of prey, by the throat. It seemed the large expensive shop was vacant of anyone else, but a glance at the windows showed