Old Magick

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“Pickles? Again?” Morrigan huffed loudly and slumped back in the chair at her desk, staring at the opened wrapper of her bagel. She seemed to glare at it for another long moment, then simply swept it off her desk and into the bin next to it. “How hard is it to understand no goddamn pickles...” She murmured, blowing a strand of her dark hair out of her eyes. Though she had been speaking out loud, there was no one else in the room with her. No one alive at least. It was just her and several cadavers down here in the icy basement morgue. It should have been a little unsettling to be in here alone, but she didn’t mind. It was sort of the family business. Her father had been a coroner, and her mother was an Apothecary like all the women in her bloodline before her. The only downside to the job was how little conversation she did actually get. Morrigan wasn’t an unsociable person, despite what her career of chalice may have people believing.

Oberon chuckled and smoothed down his suddenly dishevelled hair. “Are you ready to bargain now, your majesty?” He mocked.

"Take the throne. All of it. Just...erase the page." Hades whispered. "Bring her back. Even if she hates me for it."
Rhea dropped to the ground but stayed behind the dark god. She wasn't about to allow him to gain the upper hand by giving him room to maneuver.

Oberon was certainly intrigued. “And... where exactly is it you think I should be bringing your beloved Titan killer back from?” He asked curiously. The state of disarray Hades was in, he wondered how much he actually knew.

Hades silver eyes were filled with with sadness. "She left me." He whispered. "Either Rhea can tell me where to look or you can erase the page where she left me and bring her back." 
Rhea frowned at his words. Morrigan had never been one to wander. She was the only one who had stayed close when they were fighting to survive. She had been the obedient one.

Oberon saw the look on Rhea’s face and hesitated slightly. “So, you would have me alter destiny, just for you?” He mused. “What would you do if you found her, and she left all over again?”