It had been 4 months since the god had found out he was with child. Things were going well, despite the fact Hermes’ mood swings were like trying to survive a war. He got to spend more time with Tiresias, he enjoyed that.

He had also become… obsessed with strawberries. Eating tub after tub. Sure it wasn’t healthy amounts, but it was healthy? The other Olympians made fun of the fact he was pregnant, but they were supportive about it.

Returning to Olympus, it was dark out. Bright stars decorated the sky like a pattern, the cool breeze blowing in waves. It was something almost foreign to the god, he never got the time to experience something so peaceful. He was always busy. A small smile crept onto his lips. ————————————— A pain like a cramp coming from the gods abdomen woke him up. Adjusting to the light of the morning, he felt a warm sensation. Looking down, he saw gold. Golden ichor had spread across the silk sheets, the source being the gods own body. A stab wound on his abdomen.

Hermes stared in horror at the sight. Who could’ve done anything like this?! And it clicked, the fetus was most likely dead.

The god didn’t cry, weep, scream, he just sat there for a moment like a hollow shell. Then he got up, and headed to see his lover.

Anyone who asked what had happened, he didn’t answer, he didn’t even acknowledge them.

“Tiresias.” Hermes spoke the prophets name once he got close, his tone dull.

Suspicion quickly filled the man, the god never addressed him by his name, he was never up this early, and the smell of blood was heavy in the air.