Petals and Ash IIIPetals and Ash III3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"If distance is what makes the heart grow stronger, then I must be a million miles away..."
Suddenly, I'm startled awake!
A gasp escapes my dry, chapped lips while my hollow ears echo with the trembling cries of the shadow stalking Hell Hounds, howling for the blood they have been dying to quench their thirsts with. I quickly examine the area around me to find that everything I had thought was real had only been the works of my imagination the cruel and heartless bastard that it truly is. For Persephone had not at all been nursing my wounds, but suffering her own while I had drifted to sleep as she continued to lay cold and lifeless against the equally frigid ice below her soft, gossamer skin.
Fool! I chastise myself harshly.
I instantly wished for my worthless arms to respond to my actions of wanting to envelope the maiden in them. I wanted to be the one who brought life to an innocent creature, but my arms would not allow it. I begged my legs to bend and support m
Petals and Ash IVPetals and Ash IV3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Olympus: Before Hades Damnation
Click, click, click…
The sounds of echoing footsteps thunder against the walls of the palace where I have strolled many a time in my life. As a young babe, I had learned the art of walking in this very foyer. My mother and father have pointlessly bantered about the many sins of unfaithfulness my father has achieved, thinking I would not be able to perceive such mundane fights from the thin walls where my quarters abide.
Pathetic woman, I scoff as it echoes along with my mindless thinking. The God of Gods is not a man that can be tied down to just one woman and surely not to a greedy old harlot such as you. Like all Gods, he has needs.
With lack of concern, I let a grim smile grace my lips at the newly awarded title for the wench that calls me her son. Some might call it grotesque, others might idolize my thoughts as I like to imagine the many ways I can use my violent m
Hades+Persephone Chapter 1PrologueHades+Persephone Chapter 18 years ago in General More Like This
Souls scattered like leaves upon the fields of the dead as their God walked amongst them. Somber and cold, he was called Hades and he was the Lord of the dead. So feared by mortals that even his name was not mention, for they believed that just that might bring his attention to them and he would call for Hermes to bring them to the underworld. He was the richest of all the Gods, as all treasures of the underground and soil were his but his riches meant little for there was no one to share these things with.
As other Gods were praised he was loathed, only the dead would keep him company and only the greedy ferryman, Charon, would speak to him. As he walked he could here the laughter of the Goddess Demeter and her Nymphs in Olympus and of course the laughter of lovely little Persephone. Hades had felt his heart for the first time when he heard the laughter of Persephone, all creatures smiled upon hearing it. Hades had longed for a Queen of such brightness and joy, something that
Petals and Ash IIPetals and Ash II4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hours have passed and the sun continues to sink lower and lower before it will reach the western horizon. Anxiously waiting, I continue to watch Persephone as the light in her smile and the fluid bounce in her step seems to have vanished. Her harvesting rituals seem as if it is her first time encountering a newborn seed, as if she's never done this before. Countless times she even appeared to be distracted, as if something in the distance has caught her eye and she can't seem to bring herself back to earth. During one of these spells, she happened to cut her finger on a rose bush she had been tending to, something she has never done before.
Persephone has always been very careful and even graceful with her work. As any artist does, she takes her time to make sure that it is simply perfection. She would harvest all day and not have a speck of soil on her or her light yet modest outfit. But today, her flawless rosy hued pink skin was turning into a scarred and bloody me