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As the excitement tapered off from the celebrations, so did business.

I was bored and low on funds, so I thought I might try out the love potion for myself.
Instead of drinking it straight from the small bottle, I popped the cork and poured it into a little glass. Well, poured might not be the right word. Clink. The liquid started to turn into old parchment as it hit bottom. I kept the potion upside down for a few seconds, the tiny container holding much more than I realized. Finally, It was solidified. I set the empty tonic bottle on the oak table, then letting my eyes rest upon the paper. I carefully fingered it up and out of the glass, and smoothed it out.
Inscribed at the top was "Spell of Love," with aplenty of Latin written below.


I studied it for days, and days turned into weeks. I was careful to enunciate every word, lest I misspeak and curse myself. After about a fortnight, I was ready.
Sitting at my table, the parchment set clear before me, I started to speak.

"Super omnia amare cupio. Sed homo non veniet. Diligamus invicem, Iuppiter et Iuno. Esto vir sive Deum. Sine quibus nullus amor percepi!" It had to be said 4 times. Once for myself, once for my love (whomever that might be), once for Venus, and once for Hecate.

The ground started to rumble, and it shook the entire house. A gas lamp of mine crashed and broke onto the floor, the plates in the kitchen cabinets clashing like swords. Then, as soon as it had begun, it stopped. Then I hear a knock on my door.

Picking my way through the shattered glass fragments, I yell for them to hold on a moment. A few seconds later I open my front door to a tall, dashing man with black hair. "Marie Levesque?" he asks kindly whilst sweeping a fedora off his head. Doubting that this man was here for a reading, I carefully nod my head yes. "Wonderful!" He sweeps by me, hanging his hat and coat on the rack by the door and proceeding up the landing to the second floor. "Nice place you have here," he says while resting his backside on my couch, resting his ankles on my coffee table. "Who are you and what do you want?" I snap. Already irritated that apparently the spell didn't work. "I, dear lady, am Pluto. Lord of the Underworld, Man of the Shadow." He said his title so flippantly, he almost sounded like he didn't care. "Pluto." "Mmm, yes." He bounces off of the couch and waves towards my glass mess. "Don't worry about that," Pluto says, waving his arm, causing the glass to dissolve. I stare at the floor where the mess was, as he comes up to me from behind, his hands encircling my waist. "I love you so," he starts, "come." He gently but firmly pulls me towards my bedroom. "But we hardly know each other," I say, squirming around to face him. "But would this not be the best way to get to know one another?" I pry his hands from me and fold them onto his muscular chest, holding them there. "I a sense, yes. But not now." "Not now?" he asks, cocking an eyebrow. "Not now." I agree and take a step back from his embrace. "It would be best for you to know I can only come at night, love. Man of the Shadow and all." "Of course," I say as I guide him to the door. "I will come when Phoebus sets the sun." He lets go of my hand slowly, as if he is regretting leaving already. His fingers slip from mine, and he steps into the dark.

Notes

These mini-stories are going in chronological order, so if you're looking for the di Angelos, the Graces, or the Jacksons, you'll need to wait a bit.

I hope you're enjoying Marie's story so far!