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Lionel sits with Persephone and watches their alpha gods play in the mud. Oh, he’s sure they would say they’re doing something else, but he knows a mud fight when he sees one. Once, he would have said it isn’t every day you see two death gods wrestle, but now it seems to happen every time he and Lucy are in Scotland.
He winces as Hades nails Lucy with a handful of mud distressingly close to his cock. Persephone—Sephy to her friends—winces along with him.
“They really should just pull out a ruler,” he mutters.
“I told you Tiamat thinks they already have and made a pact of secrecy?” Sephy answers.
Lionel nods.
“Whatever the number, it’s very close,” Sephy continues, “based on what I’ve seen. Biscuit?”
Lionel takes a piece of the proffered shortbread, rather than commenting on the fact that Sephy has been looking at hid boyfriend’s cock. He can’t help the way he blushes when he thinks of how often the Devil walks around with an erextion when they’re here. Not that Hades is any better when Sephy is around.
“You really do still blush like a virgin.”
Lionel can’t help the way he turns redder at the comment.
“I was not a virgin,” he insists for what feels like the thousandth time.
Sephy laughs. “I know, love, but you certainly blush like one.”
On the banks of the stream, Lucy scores a hit that leaves Hades’ ass covered in mud. With a battle cry, Hades tackles him. It really doesn’t look right.
“I just don’t understand why they’re naked,” Lionel says.
Sephy laughs. “I’m sure they would say it’s so they don’t get mud on their clothes.”
“Lucy can clean his clothes with magic.”
“So can Hades, but they like showing off for us.”