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"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 my body so I might crawl to her, bring her warmth… but they would not budge from their aching slumber. Recalling prior events, I'm reminded of the toxic venom that drips from a worthless canine of a beast! I'm reminded of how ignorant I was for making such creatures…

Another long howl rips through the forest causing the tree encasing us to shiver in response while I wince in pain.


Blinking back weary eyes, I am astounded to find that it wasn't my voice calling her name.

"Persephone!" she cried again.

Demeter? I think to myself.

A fool I had been to think that she would not come looking for her… Damn you, Hades!

Squinting my eyes as the tree's surroundings began to wither away, I'm given enough strength in sight to see the beautiful Goddess who shares an uncanny resemblance of beauty with her daughter as she weaves in and out, like a needle pulling thread between trees calling out Persephone's name. A look of worry has taken the one of merriment and joy I have grown accustomed to seeing, revealing the real age she had been able to mask with the not so wonderful magic of immortality.

"De-" I cough and wheeze, letting my heavy head fall down to my shoulder, wincing at the sting in my dry throat and over used lungs. "De..met-"

But the words would not echo from my mouth nor trill off my sandpaper dry tongue.

Suddenly, the howling wolves cease their deathly cries as they descend into the never-ending darkness.

"D-damn you-!" I cough, shaking with immense anger as I come to realize just how useless I am. I cannot save my love, my Persephone nor can I stop my own creations from obliterating the one woman who can save us both...

Closing my eyes in defeat, I prepare to hear the agonizing screams of Demeter, failing on my behalf to save the woman we both love...

Hours and hours I waited only to be... disappointed?

No that's not the word.


Ah, yes, that's it. I'm confused as to why my ears are not echoing with despair and pain but rather... Silence. The chilling and suffocating sound of absolutely nothing numbs my already immobile body and limbs. The unknowing that leaves a bitter taste of suspense on my lips as I wonder if I had once again let my imagination take hold of sanity...

Suddenly, a loud ear-splitting cry rips through the silence while whimpers and howls escalate! I try to bend my head into my lap so I might extinguish this thunderous sound, but my body does not respond to my actions, instead I'm left suffering as my ears ring. Turning my gaze towards the lifeless body in front of me, I let a tear run down my cheek, knowing all this to be my doing. All this pain I had caused Persephone is my fault...

And yet, I still don't regret confessing my true feelings to Persephone. Even if knowing had killed her, I couldn't forgive myself if I had been left wondering what could have
been. Even if-

"Persephone?!" a man cried out. "Persephone, answer me!"

...that happened.

I then found myself burning and churning every last bit of the pounding muscle in my chest, for those hadn't been Demeter's cries... But Judas' and his pack! And that voice... Oh did I know that voice as I growled and snarled like the beast I have always been... For that voice was not just the sound of every angel's wing breaking, but also the echo of all my land stands for…

Vengeance… Pain…

"Demeter?" I hear vaguely behind the tree where Persephone and I hide.


"Ares," Demeter choked, obviously wounded from the Hell Hounds, "what are you doing here?"

"Shh..." he demanded. "Don't worry about that right now. Your daughter is missing and you're bleeding worse by the second. My reason being here is simply to save you and my love."

I growled internally, wishing this man dead and buried in the ground whilst the maggots feed off his rotten corpse and molding marrow. Nothing would please me more than the sight of the one and only Ares, God of War and Violence, bloodied and bruised, weak and defenseless to my power! The images of such events were as sweet as honey dripping down my chin. I craved- no, lusted for this man's death! A man so evil, humans and Gods alike only imaged this spawn to be of my own loins. Even I would damn myself to call this barbarian my own.

Being brought back to what little of a world was in front of me, I wince at the singeing pain that courses through my veins as it weakens my senses, lulling my thoughts to drift off into another world… another time when I, Hades, Lord of the Underworld had been basking in luxuries equivalent to the kings on the highest peak of Mount Olympus. Where I was once recognized as a healthy man rather than this rotting corpse, damned to an eternity of Hell… Where everything in my life had began… and ended all at once.


It was another morning like any other before that day: Helios' reign was strong and bright as he was sure to banish all shadows and darkness from our heaven. The sound of laughter from the main square echoed down every which path, where all would come to celebrate the new day. But, unlike the Olympians, I had other engagements excluding me from the crowd as I let my black leather boots take me where I had been asked to do my daily rounds.

A mystical swish followed behind me as my coal and crimson cape cascaded through the breeze that lingered after every stride. I laugh to myself when I think how differently things used to be symbolized before… before I ended up here.

In Hell, Crimson is taken as the color of war and bloodshed while coal was the symbol of all death, wicked spirits and perishing.

On Olympus it was another matter entirely. For Crimson was not the color of hate, but a symbol of passion! And Coal Black was not marked as death, but strength and bravery. This was a cloak and armor I earned through countless battles where I, War General Hades fought alongside my people and the kingdom that I shared with my brothers, gaining us a victory every time.

"Ah, General Hades!" a youthful and spirited man called out in great excitement. "General Hades, wait up!"

Turning about, I smile over my shoulder to be greeted by a man who could be no more than a thousand years younger than I was myself. His eyes sparkled with onyx and emerald green flecks with a smile as bright as Helios' sun. I could not help myself but to smile as wide as he.

"Good Morrow, Ares," I greeted the boy.

"Good Morrow, General," he bows.

"Ares," I laugh, "your memory seems to slip every time I tell you not to use my title."

"Sorry, Uncle…"

"What brings you here?"

"My father bids your appearance straight away," he smiles.

Tilting my head in curiosity, strands of ink black hair continue to wave against my cheek, reaching out to touch the boy before me. "Does he now? And what does the all-powerful Zeus need my appearance for? Surely he knows that today is my only day to report back the status of Olympus."

Ares only shrugs his shoulders innocently as his russet colored hair licks his face like a canine greeting his master, pouting a lip. "My father won't say. Only that it's urgent that you see him right away."

Chuckling from the heart I once had owned, I shuffle my youngest nephew's hair as he quickly attempts to sculpt it back to its original style. "Alright, but remember your father also demands that we go over the laws of battle, for if not taught properly, the consequences could be dire."

"Not to worry, Uncle Hades," the little soldier salutes to me in a poorly held stance, "I'll be there before the sundial reads five."

"I'll be sure to return by then," I smile again, returning a salute.

Turning about to go up the path I had previously been going down, I am accompanied by nothing but the sound of my tapping feet against the yellow coble stone road and my constant inflation of crisp air passing through my lungs. From where I was walking, the palace to where I was beckoned was nowhere in sight. This gave me a great sense of peace while a corner of my mouth turned up, confirming that my journey would be much longer than anticipated. Taking a detour down a familiar path, I intend to take as much time to myself as my feet will bid me.

I had always enjoyed my walks in the kingdom, both on duty and not. I like to watch as children run about laughing and engage themselves in a mystical game of make-believe while mothers sit on the side line, anticipating a cry from the tiny babe nestled safely in her arms praying that their husbands journey will be a short and safe one home. Off to the right of the families are the shops where Zeus' personal blacksmith, Hephaestus, continues to hammer away at a new lightning bolt that will fly faster and aim at his target with little to no hesitation. Just to the side of him, his wife, Aphrodite sits back and admires her husband at work while other men passing by attempt to keep their eyes on their feet knowing Hephaestus will turn his hands for sculpting weapons into lethal ones of his own.

Although I enjoy a good brawl or two in the square from the blacksmith, that was not what had turned me down this way. For just down the road was a place where I could never grow weary of such beauty. A place where I could lose myself, my title and my everything wishing I would never have to turn my eyes away from it.

I finally turn at the end of the road where there is no Olympus. No kingdom, no palace, no title of War General… just the innocent people down on earth, going about their business in a fashion that I find to be so fascinating. But, one particular scene has me mesmerized to the point where time and space mean nothing but laws of which I do not intend to follow. Piercing through the wind like a sword, I land in the perfect center of a garden, infested with every flower found on both Heaven and Earth while countless trees are infested with ripe and bountiful fruit, dripping from branches.

Walking under the shade of the limbs above me, I caress my bare hand through the ever green leaves that, in turn delicately leave a drop of dew in my palm as if to leave a memory by it. Gentle wisps of the sun's rays peek through the branches above, giving an ultimate feeling of warmth that seeps through my skin, down in to my soul that rests beneath it while my senses are intoxicated by the overwhelming scent of exposed citrus blossoms, roses and various other aromas, leaving me drunk in a stupor of beauty that something this heavenly was hidden down here on earth.

"Excuse me?" a delicate voice, whispered behind me.

Turning about, I'm in awe of the creature that stands before me.

"Excuse me, sir," she says again, walking closer to me, "but you're not allowed to be out here without a chaperone. We have invested much of our blood, sweat and tears into making this garden as beautiful as it is. We don't need a warrior of death stomping around here and ruining it all. Who do-?" blinking, when she's finally seen my face, she holds her heart. "Oh, Daemon, it's only you."

Bowing down low to the mortal name I have adopted on Earth, I hold one arm to my chest and smile at my feet. "My apologies for startling you, ma'am."

"Demeter," she harshly corrected me, folding her arms over her chest.

"Demeter," I smiled, turning my gaze up back into her emerald green eyes. "I had only wanted to observe this Eden of beauty. I assure you, my boots and I had no intention of ruining your marvelous work."

She smiled a bit, amused I assumed with the light joke I had made. "Nonetheless, you know the rules: A chaperone is needed at all times for visitors."

"Are you offering, my lady?" I smiled lending out a hand, charming and innocent all at once.

"Hardly," she laughs, dropping her arms.

"Then, might I be given a tour with Persephone?"

"Before I summon her appearance, I must know what your intentions with my daughter are. You have stumbled in our garden for years now and yet it feels as though you have been hiding something… something major from our knowledge.  The last time I let a stranger into my life…" suddenly she stops and sighs putting one hand on her forehead. "Just please, Hades," she whispered my true identity, turning her eyes back to mine, "don't repeat your brother's mistakes with Persephone."

Walking towards one of the many mistresses of my baby brother, Zeus, I softly grab her sagging shoulder in a gesture of compassion. For it's not he who deals with the broken hearts of his many lovers, but I who pick up the broken pieces to this one because she has every right to question a motive of a God. Our reputations aren't what one would like to call "close to Godly-ness."

"You know my intentions are far from my brother's own, Demeter. I would never hurt your daughter the way Zeus hurt you. I care deeply for you and Persephone," I smiled, boyishly blushing even at the sound of her name. "I will protect her with all the blades of war and summon the dark forces our kingdom has banished should a soul ever try to harm her. My intentions are nothing more than to lighten up the world she lives in, just as she has done to mine."

"Alright," she sighed, letting her shoulders sag a little more at the thought of having no control over this blooming relationship the way she does with a flower during her solstice and equinox. "But," she warned harshly, returning back to the strong and confident woman I had always known her to be, "should a single tear be slashed on her heart, and I find it to be your doing, I can and will banish you from ever seeing her again. Is that clear, Hades?"

"Translucent," I nodded, not taking anything she said lightly.

"Persephone," she sang.

Suddenly, a petite woman appearing to be the age of eighteen in human years, with bright copper locks bounded from the tree above us, landing with grace a feline would be envious of.

"Yes mother?" her voice chirped, turning the same emerald green eyes her mother shared onto me, then back to her mother. If possible, this creature's eyes were more beautiful than her inheritor's while she herself was far beyond any garden and any woman I had ever seen. No matter the time we have spent together, she continues to take my breath away.

"It appears we have a guest wishing to view on our garden. Would you care to make sure he doesn't ruin it?"

She nodded once giggling, pulling her hands behind her back. "Yes mother."

"Don't wander too far off," she warned us. "I'll be needing you home soon, Persephone and I don't want to have to scavenge this entire land to find you."

"It'll be a short walk," I interjected, smiling, "I promise. I'll have her home in no time. You can trust me." I smiled back at Demeter, bestowing more than one meaning to my words.

"You'd better," she cautioned, pointing a finger towards me, "or it's your head."

I chuckled, knowing she understood exactly what I had said, holding an arm out to the beauty before me as she smiled happily taking it between her hands.

"Shall we?" I gestured with my free hand down the path.

She nodded excitedly, never letting a single finger away from my arm.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, princess," I beamed, pulling her in closer as we ventured down the path we had taken many a time before.

"Why do you call me that?" she giggled, curiously. "I am of no royal blood or lineage, but still you insist that I am…"

"What if you had been?" I challenged with a grin. "Perhaps you are more than just a girl of harvest… Perhaps you are a Goddess from Mount Olympus and you had been obligated to live on this Earth as a mortal?"

…A secret that I and her mother have been keeping from her. A secret that must never be spoken above more than hushed tones, for Gods only know the damage that could happen if Hera, my sister, found this enchantress to not only be a child to her husband and another woman but that in secret, she has been courting with another God.  Therefore, it was not a surprise when she responded with a charming laugh.

"Perhaps you have been in this garden for far too long, Daemon. You're beginning to speak of fantasies. For if I am a Goddess, then so must you be a God."

I chuckled, playing along. "And if I were?"

Ever so gently, she takes hold of my hand to lace her fingers with mine. I immediately respond to this action by returning the gesture. Looking up at me, she says nothing but only smiles letting her eyes say what she won't.

"I would never let you out of my sight."

After we had travelled down the path and admired the many critters that scurried along the trail, cupped every last orchid and inhaled every scent we could, Persephone smiles up at me, tightening the grip on my hand to gather my attention, not that she didn't already have sole custody of it…

"I was afraid I wasn't going to see you before the Winter Solstice wiped our land clean of petals," she chirped, hugging my arm into her chest as her gemstone eyes continued to drown me in her world. "It'd been a shame for you to miss this, Daemon."

I chuckled at her lack of knowledge to my name, gently pressing my gloved thumb against the height of her brow. Even though our hearts and souls have been twined to each other, our skin must never touch… for she must never know who I truly am. I can't hurt her with the knowledge of loving a man that she can never in fact, be with. A God and human relationship is considered an act of taboo in the realm of Olympus. We can never merge the two worlds unless… unless I mimic the actions of my youngest brother… leaving her behind with nothing but broken promises, painful memories and a heart that, like my own, would perish.

I won't do that to the woman I love more than the heart in my chest could muster. She deserves someone who can supply her with more than what I can offer…

"Daemon?" she asked, furrowing her brows in curiosity and worry, reaching for the much shorter version of my tar black hair on the body I had adopted in order to accommodate the human race during our visits.

Gently grabbing her hand with my own, I smile back at her as if I had never seen her before this very moment. Sometimes I forget that we even met at all and that she'll over look me as nothing more than a stranger in her dreams.

"I'm sorry, Love," I responded. "Forgive my absent mindedness. I had been so lost in my thoughts that I did not know they had abducted me from the garden."

"Is there something wrong?" Persephone whimpered. "Something I can do to help possibly?"

"No, no, darling," I laughed, wrapping my arms around her delicate waist so I might ebb the worry she had begun diving into. "Nothing is wrong at all. In fact, the very moment I set foot into this garden, I feel as though I have become a whole new being as my cares and worries have all been left atop a mountain, never to find me again." If only that last part were true…

She chuckled a bit, playing with the clasp to the cape that draped around my shoulders. "If only such things were possible…"

"Wait here," I said, releasing her momentarily as I look around the abundance of flowers surrounding us. Constantly looking around, I kneel down into the grass to gently ease aside flowers searching for the perfect one.

Smiling to myself, I gently pluck the most beautiful flower I could find and adore it silently. Returning to my feet, I turn back to Persephone and smile just as warm as the bright white petals laced to the solid gold pollen center of the flower I embrace between my fingers.

"A daisy?" she asked as a small dimple appeared in the center of her forehead, giving the universal sign of confusion.

Gently grabbing her most sacred hand, I twist the vine around its self until a perfect circle is made just right to encase her second smallest finger where a husband will one day replace this flower with a real ring.

"Let this flower I set upon your finger be a reminder to you that one day, a day that neither I nor the all mighty Zeus himself could ever see till the event presents its self… One day, I will take us away from here…" gently cupping her face in my palm, I don't break my gaze from hers. "Somewhere far, far away from this world where Gods and Humans are all but figments of our imagination... where titles are not but a name."

"Daemon…" she asked reaching for my face, but not before I could hold it in my own hand again. "Why is it you insist on pretending that nothing is wrong when I can clearly see it fighting under your skin? Please, tell me what it is that you don't think I can grasp."

Dropping our hands, I close my eyes wishing now more than ever that I could ease this moment with a gentle kiss…

"It's not in my will…"

"I don't underst-"

Turning my gaze back to hers, I could feel a power in me that I had never felt before. It was dark… violent… and above all, seductive as the thought of marrying my lips to the woman before me. But it wasn't romance that my body wanted…

I exerted more of a demon than I had originally intended to. "Neither is it in yours!"

But she doesn't even flinch. She stands perfectly still as a statue before me, wearing the face of worry, keeping eye contact as her hands take each one of my own.


"Please accept my request, Persephone," I interject, slipping the faux ring on her wedding finger. I can't let her see the fear I hold at this monster I have been introduced to. Something isn't right, for that much I'm certain. I've never once raised my voice at her, nor have I had this… craving.

No, not a craving, for that word barely begins to illustrate this… this lust and aching desire for…

"I want to know what's going on," Persephone, demanded as she removed her hands from mine to slowly take a cautious step away from me. I silently thanked those who were watching over us…


My vessel was failing. The seams that held the body parts together were splintering and the organs that I had been using to keep this body alive began to combust and disintegrate.

"Daemon? Daemon!" was all that I could muster through the fog of silence before everything around me turned black…

The beginning to my end…

*Characters in this Part*

Goddess of the Underworld
Daughter of Demeter and Zeus

God of the Underworld and death
Brother to Hera, Zeus and Poseidon

Mother of Persephone.
Goddess of Harvest.

Sun God and God of the Sun.

God of the Sky
King of the Gods
Father of Persephone (Soap opera much?)

Goddess of Marriage
Queen of the Gods
Sister to Hades, Poseidon and Zeus (Can someone say incest?)

Hell Hounds:
Creation of the devil/Hades.
Guardians of the Underworld and founder of lost and abandon souls.

God of War and Violence.
Son of Hera and Zeus (One of their few... lol)

God of both smiths and weavers
Son of Hera and Zeus
Said to be the only God described as Ugly.
Personal black smith to Zeus

Need I say more?
Goddess of love, desire and beauty.
Born from the sea after Uranus was castrated by his son Cronos and his... well, naughty bits fell into the sea bringing life to Aphrodite. :iconohuplz:

Hades in human form.
He is my own making and not a real Mythological character.
I depicted him as a tall man with short black hair that barely touches the tips of his ears. Average style now-a-days.


That is all I have to say. It's FINALLY done!

Lol, to all of you guys who have been reading and supporting me with your wonderful comments, thank you!


You guys are the best! Seriously! If not for you, I can tell you right here and now, that this would never have been in installment. I never would have even THOUGHT about doing a part three if it hadn't been for your comments and encouragement!

I'm serious guys, I had no intentions of writing part three.

So, in celebration of this piece, I dedicate it to you guys. To the few fans who inspired me to keep going. Because, as cheesy and overly used this line is, it would NEVER have been possible without you!

And also I would love to give a hug thank you to :iconledollface: for putting up with all my annoying rants and pushing me to keep going! :D

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So give yourselves a hug!!! :iconsupertighthugplz:

But because I wasn't expecting so much love and demand for a part three, I didn't know what to do. There were countless times when I told myself that I wasn't even GOING to write a part three!
Yes, tis true.

But. in the end, I decided it wouldn't be fair to the people who I had told that there would be a part three.

So I did what any writer would do: I had been in a giant writers block for the past three months and could not get past page one since about May.

So, to those of you who thought I was ignoring your requests, blame the wall that was in front of me :iconikeelyouplz:

Oh well, I hope you guys enjoy this piece as much as I do. And again, I apologize for the wait but remember, "Good things come to-"


Again, thank you guys! You've earned this!

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Music: Pandora. Seriously. All Pandora.
Harry Potter Score
Chronicals of Narnia Score
Tron Score
Sherlock Holmes Score
Lord of the Rings... etc.


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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 mess covered in dirt.

"Ah!" she cries out, holding her freshly cut hand and pulling it to her mouth almost as if she expected to suck out the pain.

"Persephone?" a beautiful blond woman called out as she came running to her daughter and kneeling beside her as she observed her new injuries. "Darling, what happened?"

"I-I don't know," she said, tears drawing down her cheeks. "The rose bushes must have caught me by surprise."

"Persephone…" Demeter cooed, petting her only daughter's hair gently and pulling her into her shoulder as she cried. "What's the matter, dear? I had been watching you for these few hours and I can't help but ponder what has you distracted?"

Eagerly awaiting her response, I lean in forward even though my distance is easily one-hundred yards away. Could I be the reason for her failure to bring the Fall harvests? I suddenly felt a pang of guilt.

Persephone just whimpered and hugged her mother around her waist.

"Honey, you can tell me if something is wrong," she pried.

"I've just been distracted by these dreams I've had…" she murmured so softly I could barely hear it. "Crops dying, animals scurrying for safety and the water to quench their and our thirst dried up."

Demeter just smiled and kissed the top of her beautiful daughter's caramel colored hair and hugged her tight.

"Darling? Have we ever been unsuccessful in our harvesting?"

"Well… no mother-"

"Then you have nothing to fret," she chimed, standing on her feet and holding her hands out to Persephone. "Come, child, we have work to be done."

She smiled, taking her mother's hands only to stand and embrace her mother once again. Demeter responds to her hug and smiles just as bright as her daughter.

"Let me see these scars."

"They'll be fine, mother, I promise."

"Nonsense," she smiled pulling away from her, bending down and collecting a few herbs and other colorful plants, crushing them up in her hands to create a salve. Finally, she pulls her daughters injured hands and arms with her cleanest hand and then begins to apply the ointment that was almost an obvious immediate remedy.

"There," she smiles, whipping off the excess crushed herbs. "Good as new."

And it was. It was almost as if she had never even touched a thorn in her life as her unblemished skin returned back to its original breath taking beauty.

Persephone smiles slightly, holding her arms as if they had still been in pain. "Thank you, mother. I'll continue on with our work, seeing as how the sun isn't too far from the horizon," she nodded her head towards the west.

"Ah, you're right," Demeter smiled. "We'll meet back at sundown for supper, alright?"

She nodded happily. "Alright, sundown."

Demeter nodded and then skipped back to her original engagements with the sunflowers that had been half bloomed and in desperate need of her attention. Like her daughter, she was an artist when it came to bringing life to a seed and mending those plants that had begun to wilt.

But Persephone didn't seem as if that was what she wanted to do. She eyed her field, worried expression with possible confusion until she just sat there, playing with a blade of grass between her fingers while a sudden gust of wind tousled her hair and wisp of clothing about. Playing with her powers, she let a seed fall from her tips creating a small hole for it to burrow in. Then she covered it up, placed her hand over it and let it grow.

Unlike the orchids and lilies and roses she was known for producing, this one was smaller, less extravagant but not any less beautiful as it wrapped around her ring finger like a vine. It was simple, but it had to be the most relatable flower to Persephone. A daisy.

Friendly, gentle and beautiful. Flowers that can always make you smile even in the darkest times.

She smiled down at the small flower that hugged her wedding ring finger, giggling at something that must have been an inside joke. The sound of her bubbling laughter suddenly made me smile wider as I continue to watch.

Finally she sighed, pulling her finger away from the daisy turning her eyes to the horizon as it was only less than three hours away from touching the surface.

"Damn you, Helios," she scorned the sun God, standing on her feet and hustling her way back to the forest of crops and trees, disappearing from my sight.

I let my head fall slightly as I turn my eyes to my heavily armed self that was beginning to reflect off the glass wall that was transforming before my very eyes. Then, bringing my attention to the Jasmine bed below me, I can't help but think how the separation would be permanent if the last brick were to be in place by sunset. She wouldn't dream of crossing this line if she didn't have to. All I have to hold on to is that she'll accidently forget where the line was and cross it by mistake. But she wasn't foolish, she made that very clear this morning at sun rise. She knew who I was the second she put her hand through my world. She wouldn't be foolish to cross it again, not when she has paradise at her finger tips. But even fools like me can dream.

A part of me hopes that she will never cross. A part of me hopes that she will never have to endure the same pain and queasiness I feel everyday when a new soul finds its way to my Hell screaming like a banshee, uncertain if they are even dead. Even after all these eons, I cannot stomach the sound of a crying mother who has been called by sickness to leave her family behind.  It is far worse than anything I have ever heard in all my existence.

If Persephone were to leave by Zeus' grace, would Demeter cry out just as the mothers I have seen had? Would she come for her like Orpheus had done for Eurydice? *See Artist Comments Below*

Something tells me I'm not too far off…

I sighed in frustration as I turned my back and continued to travel back to my original domain, hating myself for wishfully thinking this would be as simple as breathing. Little did I know it was about as simple as breathing with a thousand pound weight on my chest.

"Damn you, Zeus!" I hollered in the forest. "Damn you and this life you have given me! Damn you too Poseidon! If it weren't for-" I stopped short, slamming my fists into the hollow and sick looking elm tree just beside me. "I loathe you, brothers!"

There was only silence as a gentle breeze tossed my long ash white hair.

Fed up and tired, I hastily push myself away from the tree and continue on with my journey, ignoring the sunset that I assumed had already touched the horizon.

Finally arriving back to the solemn screams and ghastly cries from the spirits and undead alike, I pretend to not notice them as I hasten my way up the tall staircase to my dark scarlet and charcoal black chambers that seemed to mesh perfectly into this places' atmosphere like cogs in a clock: dark, dreary and lifeless.

Letting out a deep breath, I turn the handle and push open the heavy wooden and iron door as it welcomes me with a loud and ear splitting screech that I have all but become numb to. As I walk in, I pass the large king sized bed that was all but fitting for its name -that is if I had ever once felt like a king-, pull back the satin drapes and find just the same view I've grown accustom to: dirty snow, deathly sick looking trees and plants along with smog rolling over grey mountains in the far off distance.

Pulling open the glass and wooden balcony doors, I step out on to the stone paved veranda until I finally make it to the end of the walk and rest my arms on the railing.

I sigh letting the cold and frigged air take my cloud of breath away into the growing darkness, disappearing before my very eyes. The silent screams of Hell have all but drowned out from my ears as I continue to listen for anything beyond the glass wall. Waiting…

Though the sun is impossible to see from my side of the world, I knew that it only had an hour before it would be gone for the night, only to return for its duties at dawn. Every side of me prayed that Persephone would come to the wall. That she would pass through it like a gentle breeze scuttling in through the open window of a warm summers afternoon, find me and live forever as my Goddess of the Underworld. But the other part of me -the constant nagging in the back of my head- wished she would turn her back away from me and never return. Never have to live the life that I was damned with.

But why would a heartless man such as me even care if a woman would return this… this thing that mortals have called "love?" This sickening and pointless but oh-so-satisfying and addictive feeling of giving and returning each other's heart and soul. Why would the God of the Underworld even try to feel?

Suddenly there was a howl in the darkness that caused my entire body to stand alert and on guard. Searching around me for the genesis of the deafening cry, I am introduced to the thunderous yell of the canine beasts that surround and guard the premises of Hell.

Hell Hounds.

I gasped suddenly understanding what it was that had thrown them into a frenzy.


Throwing caution to the wind, I heave myself over the railing and hit the ground running behind them as I pull the sword from behind my back to my front, prepared for any danger that may come. Begging Hermes to give me the gift of swift feet, I dug my toes deeper and deeper into the snow and sleet, skidding over a river that had been frozen over countless times again and again only to topple over myself when a giant and mystic black wolf like creature shoves beside me, craving the blood that will lather his teeth in only a matter of minutes.

Quickly getting back to my feet I continue running after the pack, making my goal the leader of the pack: Judas. The third brother of Cerberus and Orthrus.

Hell Hounds are best described to humans as black and brown wolves on steroids with glowing and piercing red eyes, with strength and speed at a capacity that none could ever fathom. But, the idea of speed is pointless when they much more enjoy shadow travel, keeping them behind the shadows and ambush when the prey has taken fall to their trap. I have rid this world of life and shadows for the sake of them ever using this power against me. Even though I was the one who brought them to life, they will never cease to attempt to bring me my death. Tonight, I won't let something as pointless as my life be my distraction from trying to save Persephone's.

"Judas!" I called out, finally gaining speed. "STOP!"

"A soul has crossed the line of Hell!" he growls back, digging his paws deeper into the snow as he pushed himself farther. "As the Guardians of Hell, it is our duty to take care of it! It is you who gave that law!  You Hades!"

"I am your master and you will obey my command! Stop and retreat!"

He barked and snarled his teeth as he pounced onto my chest, causing the sword in my hand to fly as he bit into my neck, drawing blood and a soundless cry from my throat.

"I will not retreat!" he growled with disdain and blood, dripping from his frothy mouth. "You are not my master and nor will you ever be! Stand down and let us do our job!"

"You- You stand…" I panted and coughed, holding my neck as it continued to pour crimson red. "…d-down!"

"Move out!" Judas called to the pack, ignoring my command as he and the rest of the Hell Hounds burst into a sprint towards the wall.

"Judas!" I weakly screamed standing and using a tree to support my weight. "D-damn it! Ju-das!"

Only the silence responded as the packs howls and running paws faded away into nothingness.

I winced, holding my throat attempting to speak, but nothing would come out but weak squeals and whimpers.

Man's best friend I scoffed to myself. If that is a best friend, I did myself well to keep away from others.

I hated that Judas at first glance of him. The second he was created, I knew he would be a problem for me. But I never put too much thought into how much or what kind of trouble, only that I knew it wouldn't be pleasant. But then again, what trouble is?

But I couldn't worry about that right now, I had to save Persephone. With the Hell Hounds gaining more and more time the longer I stood here, I finally pushed myself off the tree as a trail of scarlet and crimson droplets followed after me. Unfortunately, the pain in my neck and the piercing sting of the venom in Judas' fang made the ability to walk as impossible as trying to catch a shadow with your bare hands. I didn't let it slow me down though. I wouldn't let something as futile as pain get in my way!

With nothing to lose but the revived heart in my chest, I pound my feet against the cold forest floor and continue to run as fast as my lungs will let me. Luckily, Judas doesn't know about the shortcut I had made after countless times of losing myself in the Forest of Despair.

Cutting the time in half from Hell to the wall that was nearly complete, I suddenly halt at the face of not Persephone but her aunt…

"Hera," I growled, heaving blood and air just to speak the wretched name of my brother's wife.

"And who was it you were expecting to see, Hades?" she chimed and laughed mechanically. "Persephone, perhaps?"

"What have you don-!"

"Shh," she cooed, softly placing her hand over my mouth while her crimson red lips pulled up into a gentle smile. "We wouldn't want you to lose anymore blood than you already have."

"What… did you-!" I demanded before I was suddenly suffocated by the air I was breathing.

"Ooh," Hera marveled, holding an invisible orb of air in her hands, clenching her fingers tighter while my throat continued to close up the more she curled her fingers. "You're a lot feistier than I remember you to be. It's a shame that you couldn't have put that anger to a better use on Olympus. You could have been wining and dining with the finest of all Gods and Goddess…" she sighed as if she had actually felt remorse for me.

I silently spat to myself. I didn't want nor need her pity, especially since this is the woman who had once said "I do" to the man I hate more than all man and Gods alike.

"You could have been with someone like me," she smiles, suggestively stepping closer to me trailing the hand that was over my mouth down to my still bleeding throat.

"G-get… o-ff!" I coughed, trying to breathe as best as I could behind her serpent like hands.

"Shh…" she coaxed, leaning in closer to my small and quick breaths, stopping just before her pearl white teeth could marry my own, prepared to suck out the soul that I had fought so long to keep hold on to. "Zeus and Persephone will nev-"

"GET OFF OF ME WOMAN!" I growled, trying to ignore the similarity to Judas' anger as I grabbed Hera's small and petite shoulders, shoving her away with as much strength I could muster. "What have you done to Persephone?!"

She just smiled and laughed.

"Tell me now!"

"Why I have done nothing to darling, Persephone. How could you accuse me of such a traitoro-?"

"Damn it Hera!" I scolded, holding out my sword to her neck. "What has thou done with my Persephone?!"

"So possessive," she giggled sweetly behind her hand, holding the hem of her long flowing white dress to reveal the beautiful caramel haired goddess I had been watching for all these eons, pale and lifeless as she rests on the bed of Jasmine that she had brought to life only twenty four hours ago. "I don't remember you being this passionate about anything since Zeus won father's crown."

Ignoring the golden haired Goddess of marriage, I seize myself to Persephone's side, examining her expressionless face. All blush and color ridden from her.

"What did you do?!" I demanded, softly laying my beloved to rest, standing to be eye to eye with the woman in question.


Growing tired of this hideous woman's lies, I slam her back into the tree as a thunderous crack echoed in to our ears. "WHAT DID YOU DO, HERA?!"

"Hades…" she started, giggling. "Asking how a woman died? The irony is delicious," she smiled, licking her lips seductively.


Hera only laughed. "You're not the only one with connections to the dead you know, dear sweet Hades," she smiled, tracking a single finger past my lip and down my silver breast plate.

Her seduction is almost as taunting as licking an angry hornet's nest, I scoffed to myself, releasing any and all grip I had on her. "I'm the God of Death and the Underworld. You cannot have a connection I do not know about!"

"Obviously I can," she giggled playfully. "Seeing as how Death himself cannot figure out something as simple as reason of death, I believe I can and do."

I scoffed, turning away from Hera, fed up and tired from the loss of blood. Of course, it could never kill me, only make me weak.

"Wh-where are you going?" she asked sheepishly.

Turning into the man I had been dubbed long, long ago, I let my irises burn a fiery red into the empty skulled woman before me, wishing now more than ever I had the ability to kill a God. I didn't let a single ounce of irritation go unnoticed as I gave a grim and unsatisfied expression.

"I have not the time or the patience to deal with you or your failure to keep my brother satisfied! If this predicament and stage play is all for the eyes of Zeus, then leave. If you wish to fulfill a wrath fit for my brother's unfaithfulness to you, not that it takes Pandora's curiosity to understand why," I added brusquely, "then banish yourself from my land and never, ever let me catch you or anyone from Olympus on my land ever again! I will not be part of your childish entertainment to mold my brother into jealousy after he has already forgotten every memory of you by now while he continues courting a lowlife human girl who would still be prize material over you."

Her words were washed clean from her wide open mouth. I silently debated whether Medusa had suddenly arrived and frozen her solid before me… that is until the wench grew enough stability to walk across the open space between us and smack her hand against my cheek. I found it ironic that I obtained more enjoyment in her anger than I did her seduction. But it just made everything better when she had spat in my face and disappeared without another word… for what word could she use when the truth had all but returned that slap on to her own cheek? I smiled as I wiped the saliva from my face.

It has been no secret that my brother enjoys the company of different woman on different nights. Why, if he didn't, we wouldn't have the many Gods and Goddess we have now.

Pity I think to myself.

Suddenly remembering why I was here, I turn my attention back to the beauty that I presume has turned to my side, but not of her own free will… and not in the way I wanted.

"Persephone," I whispered, kneeling before her, hesitantly reaching my hand towards her delicate and pale face. "Persephone… can you hear me?"

The maiden remained silent in her response… not even a breath.

"Persephone," I begged, leaning closer as the snow around us began to fall in light whispers. "Please, I can't bear to live knowing that I have lost everything good in this world because of a mad woman."


I gasped at the piercing voice of Judas' pack only a few miles away that would promise their arrival in only a matter of seconds. Seizing the lifeless woman before me, I pull her into my chest and allow myself to fade away into a nearby shadow I had only momentarily given permission for. Just enough time to let the Hell Hounds pass without second thought…

Worried that I had startled the poor maiden, I hold her closer to my breath plate.

But she didn't even twitch a finger. Nothing was getting through to her and I had been suddenly afraid of the worst. She was gone and she was never coming back.

Death isn't merciful in the slightest. It will not change the fates of time and it will never return a lost soul to its empty shell of a body… not even if death commanded it to.

"Per-Persephone?" my voice cracked. "Persephone, please… please wake up."

Still… nothing.

Finally taking a chance, I rip the leather glove away from my hand with my teeth and compare my translucent white skin to her deathly pale, and -for the first time in both our existences- our skin had made contact with a jolt that shot me a good few feet away from her corpse like body.

She is still with us, I blissfully thought to myself, remembering warmth spread throughout my entire body as my icicle-like fingers gently caressed the side of her face. Only a living and breathing spirit could ever cause my body to shove back at my death forsaken soul.

"Persephone!" I begged, softly shaking her shoulder. "Persephone, you must open those emerald green eyes and look into mine! Please! Darling, come away from the darkness and follow my voice!"

A soft moan left the hollow of her throat as she tossed from one side to the other.

If I didn't have a heart before, it definitely came to life only to stop again when a small hue of pink colored her flushed cheeks while she smiled gently, curling up into a warm ball as a flower poked out of the icy ground and wrapped around her wedding band finger just as it had earlier.

"Princess?" I whispered, caressing her cold and wet cheek from the snow, banishing anything with my thumb that wasn't her own skin. "Can you hear me?"

"Mm…" she hummed, still smiling as she released one hand from her grasp, raising it to her face as to wrap her fingers around my bare one that didn't leave her intoxicating warmth.

I smiled in return as my hand mechanically grabbed hers back, rubbing small circles into the back of her hand.

"Are you certain you are in the right place my dear?" I asked hesitantly, but still keeping it light and playful.

"Mm…" she replied again, gripping my hand a little tighter.

"Then tell me… where has the lady fallen?"

"Down, down, down the rabbit hole," she laughed, weakly. "Never to see the light of day again."

I sighed in half relief. "Then tell me… who am I?"

Softly, the lids that hid away the gem like eyes from the world, opened into slits as she turned them to my ice cold blue worried ones and smiled, letting go of my hand only to raise it up to my face, smiling all the while.

I couldn't ignore the petal-like softness in her touch or even the warmth that was as exhilarating as the sun Helios had placed in the center of the sky, closing my eyes and turning my face into her palm as I held it close to me. I suddenly realized why I had wanted to remember what it had felt like to actually feel again… to live once more even in the darkness of Hell.

"You are nothing more than a man… a man who has wanted nothing more than to live a normal life, even if that means occupying ones time into spying on a lonely girl who has wished on countless stars for a prince to sweep her off her feet."

I smile lightly, holding on to Persephone's hand with my own before letting it go only to scoop my arms underneath her small torso, holding her as close to my heart as I could manage.

"Well then, my lady," I smiled, resting her head onto the crevice between my shoulder and my finally beating jugular vein, "you may call me your knight in shining armor."

She just giggled, shaking her head. "Mm-mm," she disagreed.

Confusion thick in my expression, I turn to her silently asking what she meant.

"Who would want a knight when she can have a Lord, a King and a Prince all in one?" she joked, silently tapping my iron and sapphire made crown that sat just above my hair and forehead line.

I laughed genuinely, resting my forehead against hers, taking in the scent of jasmine and cherry blossoms and another scent that I couldn't quite pin point… Pomegranate, maybe?

Persephone just smiled back at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and curling up closer to my chest, but not before I could grab her chin and gently place her feet on the tops of my leather boots, keeping her as warm as possible. Slithering one arm around the small of her back, I pull her in and lean down slightly as I had a few inches over her. Finally –after many sleepless nights, day dreaming- I hesitantly let my lips meet hers only to be overwhelmed at the sweet and innocent taste that lingered in her kiss to pull her in tighter only to deepen the affection I had been desperately wishing to give for a long, long time.

Pulling away slightly, Persephone giggled and rested her forehead against my breast plate, wrapping her arms around me in an inescapable embrace that I could never dare break. All fear and anger she once had, vanished at just the simplest touch. I didn't hesitate to return the affection as I held her close and vowed then and there to never let another demonic soul touch her… that is, unless it was my own. I relished at the thought.

But she gasped, worried. "Hades!"

Blinking in fear, I turn my eyes to her, afraid our moment was over just as quickly as it had started.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

She stretched one hand underneath my jaw line only to pull it back towards my face where a puddle of crimson had drenched her dainty digits. "You're bleeding!"

I sighed in relief. "It's nothing to worry about, I promise you."

"Lie down," she demanded, pulling herself away from me.


"Do as I say," she turned to me, glaring. "Lie down."

I smiled and said nothing more as I set myself on the icy ground.

Only a few heartbeats later did she return with gathered herbs in her small hands, crushed and moist from the snow, recreating the salve her mother made for her only a few hours ago. Gently setting herself down beside me, she places both hands with nature's ointment onto either side of my neck, rubbing it in soothingly and lovingly.

"There," she smiled, pushing away the remaining herbs after time had cured me, "good as new."

I release a small laugh as I let my hand caress the pink hue just under her gem-like eyes as she smiled. Soft and gently, I cup the back of her fragile neck and slowly pull her down to me, pressing my lips to hers while my arms snaked around her back, molding her body to my own as we remained hidden in the shadows, evicted from the world and not caring a single moment.

Pulling away slightly, she hovers just over me and smiles. "Who knew the kiss of death was truly heaven in disguise?" she giggled, encircling my neck in her arms as she rested her forehead against my own.

I sighed in complete euphoria, relieved that for once something beautiful I touched didn't turn into ash, but rather remained the beautiful flower it had always been since the day it bloomed onto my side of the glass wall.

*Underline/ Characters*

Story of Orpheus and Eurydice:
Orpheus went to Hell to save his wife Eurydice. In the end, Hades agreed that he would let his wife go unless he looked back to make sure she was still there. Just as they are about to leave Hell, Orpheus accidently looks back and never sees his wife again.

Goddess of the Underworld
Daughter of Demeter and Zeus

God of the Underworld and death
Brother to Hera, Zeus and Poseidon

Mother of Persephone.
Goddess of Harvest.

Sun God and God of the Sun.

God of the Sky
King of the Gods
Father of Persephone (Soap opera much?)

Goddess of Marriage
Queen of the Gods
Sister to Hades, Poseidon and Zeus (Can someone say incest?)

First human woman. (Kind of like our Eve) Her husband had told her NOT to open a box no matter what. Curious as she was, she opened the box then became known as the reason for the pain and sin the world.

Olympian god of herds, travel, trade, language, heraldry, athletics and thievery. Known famously for his winged shoes.

Hell Hounds:
Creation of the devil/Hades.
Guardians of the Underworld and founder of lost and abandon souls.
Generaly known for their huge stature and glowing red eyes. Also know for talking. (I did not add that part, it's true.)
There is also no Hell Hound named Judas who is a third brother to Ceberus. He was fan made.

HOLY GUAC!!!! :iconstephencolbertomgplz:

I did NOT intend for the character descriptions to take up that much room!
I'M SORRY!!! :iconcryingplz:

Eh, oh well, you get what you get right?

Anyways, this is the final installment (or so I thought... see below!) of my fan-fic for the story of Hades and Persephone.

I had SO much fun writing it!

Thank you for the insperation :iconsandara:! You make the world go round! :iconlawooplz:

And for those of you who don't know what I'm talking about: here is the image that started the little gears in my head for this story!


:iconloveloveplz: I love it so much! I couldn't stop looking at it while I was writing :D

Anyways, for a little more background story ((DON'T FALL ASLEEP ON ME NOW!!! :iconrageplz: IT'S NOT THAT BAD!!!))

Hera and Zeus are known for their probl- well actually it's just Zeus. He's a horny bastard that can't keep it in his pants for more than a few seconds. :iconpervplz:

Hera, being the Goddess of marriage, refuses to ever leave him or remain unfaithful to him... no matter HOW MANY illegitiment children he has... (Persephone, Hercules, Athena... yada yada :iconcostanzaplz:)

So that whole thing I added? yeah, that was just for the story. :iconmuahahaplz:

OH!!! Fun fact I learned a few years back!

Did you know that Hera actually made Hercules go insane causing him to kill his wife Megera and his son? Know why?

Jealousy... it's cold and heartless bitch... Kinda like Hera! (Buh-dun-ch!) :iconseewhatididthere:

True story.

EDIT!!!: I can't believe I almost forgot to mention this!!!

In the original Greek story, Persephone had actually stayed with Hades on her own free will after a few years of being abducted by Hades!

SEE SEE!!! I did still stick with the original ending!!! :iconchallengeacceptedplz:

Alright, I'll stop boring you people with my Greek mythology rant.

I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it! :D

Part 1: [link]
Part 2: You are here!
Part 3: [link] :faint:
Part 4: [link]
Group: :iconpetals-and-ash:


Microsoft Word 2007, Fingers, Keyboard, my phones Memopad, iPod/Tunes.

Music: Three Days Grace, Bullet for my Valentine, Breaking Benjamin, A Day To Remember, Chronicals of Narnia soundtrack, (talk about music bi-polar) Sleeping Beauty soundtrack, and a few other instrumental songs.

Pages: 10

Word Count: 5,054


Original art: [link]

Original artist for said picture: :iconsandara:

Original story/Characters: The Greeks!!! :icongreeceplz:

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   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 methods to destroy and banish her from the throne on Mount Olympus she so carelessly watches over. But for now, that'll have to wait for another day. I have other means of destruction burrowed beneath my chainmail suit.

   Arms nestled perfectly behind my back, I smile ever so callously into a passing shadow, truly emphasizing the meaning of a God while the perfectly trimmed contours of my face and burgundy mane remain in the basking light of my father's cosmic glow that radiates through-out the kingdom.

   "Good 'morrow, Ares," a voice greets me.

   Smiling kindly in this man's direction, I glorify in the fact that I haven't the slightest idea what his name is. Granted, he has been in charge of patrolling every being that walks in and out of my father's quarters since before I was even conceived, the very thought of caring to remember this inferior man's name caused me to suppress a yawn. But to ruin the good mannered prince who "fights the wrongs and praises the good" everyone has come accustomed to would only spoil the many plans I have already planted in the soils of wrath.

   "And to you, sir," I said politely, giving him a gentle nod to pretend like I actually cared to acknowledge his presence. "Might I…?" I asked, gesturing to the doorknob that I might be given approval to enter the room before me.

   Giving me a sharp nod, he flicks a wrist to the door. With a loud creak from the wooden and steel door, I am greeted by the luminous radiance that echoes off the bolts of lightning encased in the far off corner of my father's room. Inside the spacious corridor, much like mine and my uncle's, consists of nothing but the finest riches and purest metals that produce such a wave of awe-inspiring beauty. That is, unless one were like me and surrounded by these "treasures" more often than not, weary from the mere sight of them.

   "Major General Ares, entering," the Guard shouts, before closing the door and returning back to his post where he will spend the rest of his miserable days continuing to watch for any other intruders.

   Pathetic, I scoff internally, rolling my eyes.

   "Ah, Good morning, my son," my father's voice boomed, walking in from the outside balcony. Trailing behind him was a mane of long and thick snow-white hair that didn't give justice to the age of his features at all, as his deep blue eyes pierced right through me.

   Now, he wasn't exactly the youngest man in all Greece, but there was reason to why he had a different woman every moon of the night.

   "Father," I greeted him back with a sincere bow.

   "Ares," he chortled resting a single hand on my shoulder, "what has been keeping you busy as of late?"

   "Oh you know," I smiled with a hollow grin as I could imagine the embers in my eyes turn to a full on flame. Stepping away, I caught a drooping orchid that I would assume my father's wife had used as another counterproductive peace offering. "Patrolling the kingdom, keeping our fellow brothers and sisters in line of the laws you and Uncle Hades have given our people…" I fought back a yawn.

   "Ah yes," he chuckled under his breath, turning me about to face him. "You have been picking the knowledge of war from my brother's intelligence, have you not?"

   Smiling bright, I nod in confirmation. Little does he know the knowledge I have acquired from my "classes" are not won by uses of violence or weapons… No, this was a war of much more diabolical schemes that stripped a man of his pride, his name and –above all- his life.

   My father smiled, slapping a hand against my swollen bicep hidden under layers of protective metals and treasures. I inwardly winced at the blunt force of strength in his palm.

   "Marvelous, my son! Someday," he smiled with an eye in the future, "someday, you'll be a fine Lieutenant General alongside your uncle."

   I smiled happily, hiding the disgust behind that rank. Lieutenant.

in command! I didn't want to be second! I wanted the power to control all those around me without the strategic counterparts of an over ranking General. I didn't need a General to give permission for my commands! I wanted the rank that I rightfully earned as number one! Not a living or non-living soul would dare question me if ever my rank could rise to War General.

   "Thank you, father," I nodded, bowing slightly to hide the face I cannot seem to shake. "I do so look forward to that day as well. To be recognized for my efforts and represented as the product of yours and Hades' teachings would be more than an honor, to say the least."

   Flashing a smile as bright as the sun, my father shakes my shoulder and brings me back to level with him.

   "Speaking of your Uncle…" he starts changing topics as he looks over my shoulder and around his room as if he were expecting someone to burst from the confines of his quarters. "Where has he gone?"

   Raising an eyebrow in confusion, I play the role of a biased third party encounter.

   "To which uncle are you speaking of? Poseidon has left Olympus on demand from mermaids down on Earth. Apparently there is rumor of poachers finding the where-abouts of their kingdom. He estimates it to be a month mortal time before he ever returns."

   "No, my boy… Hades," he chuckles, still looking around. "He's generally back from his rounds by now."

   "Oh! That reminds me," I startled myself, looking towards the sundial outside my father's balcony doors. "Hades requested my presence for training once the sun was at five!"

   "It's five right now."

   Hitting my palm to my forehead, I wince and badger myself for my tardiness. I'd never been absent from a class, neither have I ever been late… But, there was always room for a mistake.

   "Since I'm behind on my schedule," I started, looking down at my feet I make a mental note to shine them back to mirrors, "I don't think General Hades would be too cross with me if he knew that I had been in the presence of your company, father."

   "What are you asking of me, Ares?"


   Smiling in the back of my mind, I could hardly keep the malice I had built up over the past thousands of years. Now was the time to act… to take control.

    "Why don't you come experience the teachings I've been absorbing from Hades' lessons?" I request. "Perhaps even give a few pointers of your own when necessary, if you like."


   Standing there aloof, he rubs his fingers down his perfectly sculpted chin as he contemplates his next step in action.

   "I would be interested in hearing your thoughts on his lesson," I egged on.

   "I wouldn't want to be an imposition to your education," he answered, dropping his arms from his face only to briskly pass over to the other side of the room to examine the new bolts of lightning my father had received this morning.

   "No, father!" I laughed, walking towards him. "It would be no imposition at all. Come now, you must be even remotely curious…"

   He continued to watch the zap and zing of the electricity as he hovered his finger over the precious metal of his bolts, contemplating.

   "You could even test the new weapons you've received from Hephaestus."

   "Why would I need to test them?" he turns to me, a playfully grin on his face. "Besides, your Uncle and I set these lessons up for you to learn the ways of a General, not me."

   Letting my shoulders fall, I let a deep sight deflate from my chest. "Yes father…"

   Grabbing my bicep, he smiles a bit wider as his pallid teeth continue to blind me while the curtain of his lips continue to draw back.

   "But, we never said anything about observing your lessons, either."





   "Hades!" her voice cried out.

   I wince at the sharp ring in my ears, unsettled by the lack of beauty in the voice that I had grown accustomed to as her gentle touch turns into an iron-clad grip against my shoulders, sharply rocking them back and forth desperately.

   "General Hades!" a thick and dominating Celtic accent stipulated. "Hurry, we must get out of here!"

   "Pers-" I started, feebly opening my eyes only to catch a glimpse of silver… everything silver: Armor, eyes, weapons… stars?

   "She's safe on Earth," he responds quickly, offering me a hand. "Now get up and run!"

   "Run?" I wheezed, throat dry from lack of hydration as though I have been traveling the mighty Sahara days on end without a single drop of water. I suddenly wished I had the ability to manifest a stream of pure hydration from the sky. Aside from that, a dominating pain seared straight through my body like a fire in a field of tinder. I used every fiber of my being to set the feeling away for a time, preferably when I was alone. But damn… This scalding effect on my immortal form was as easy to relinquish as ripping out every tendon in my body without so much as a wince. It's as though… As though my soul was retracted from the core of my being and submerged in a pool of sulfuric acid to be used as firewood. I'd never felt a pain like this… something is wrong…

   Something is very wrong!

   Setting myself up slowly with my hands, I am brutally faced with the certainty that I am not in the human realm with my vessel to disguise my irreplaceable fate, but instead left in the center of the courtyard outside Olympus' gates where I had been watching only hours ago before departing for Earth.

   "Why have I returned to Olympus?" I growled glaring at the man in the darkness as a fire in my abdomen began to grow and grow with an anger that I had never encountered before. "Who are you? What harm has thou done upon my Persephone?!"

   But this man before me had grown impatient and tired with my questions as he suddenly seized my arm and roused me to my feet before I could decipher which foot to stride first.

   "Release me!" I demanded, struggling to reclaim my forearm as I swore bits of char crumbled in his hand. "As your General-"

   "Trust me," he growled, not breaking stride nor daring to look back as he refused to cooperate, taking a sharp turn down an ally that I had recognized. "Right now, I'm all you've got!"

   Narrowing my eyes, I continue to keep an even pace with him as I constantly run another maze in the crevices of my intelligence to put a face to this man's voice. For a stitch in time, I would almost swear that I've been in the presence of him before. I knew not who this man was before me, but I recognized the royal armor of my army. He was one of my own soldiers. Little did I know then that this man was more than just my rescuer…

   "Give me one good reason why my trust should be put in your favor!"

   "Because, should I release you, it would cause more harm than good. Not only for you, but for Persephone and Demeter as well."

   I scoffed at his weak and un-amusing joke. The only Olympians that knew of their existence were the royal elders: myself, Poseidon, Hera and -of course- Zeus. Though my brother is blatantly obvious with his sinful desires, not a soul –living or dead- would know the name of the maidens whom have been poisoned with his toxic tongue of lies and singeing touch that leaves an incurable mark.

   "For the sake of amusing your-"

   But before I could obtain the genesis of this man's information on the women who reside on earth, he slams his body –and my own if I may add- with a confident force into steel bars easily fifty feet high. It was almost as if he had expected the impact to accept the brute force of his –as I imagined now- shattered shoulder.

   Hissing in pain, he grabs one of the free hands from my cuffed wrist to hold the wound he had just made new.

   "Were you expecting the door to be invisible?" I growled, trying to recover my hand. "Quit this nonsense and set me free!"

   Still wincing in pain, he leans against the tall marble pillar holding up the two iron gates that block us from the corridors in which this young man has tried and most definitely failed entering. All the while, he still refuses to let go of me. I had at first found this to be a kind gesture of a man trying to save me from Zeus knows what has startled this man, but this absurdity has gone on long enough causing me to become more irritable.

   "I-It's not supposed to be…" panting, he continues to hold his shoulder, peering his bright silver eyes into mine. "It's not ever supposed to be closed off… ever!"

   "And what is this place that you are denied access to?" I asked, half curious while the other part of me just wanted to return back to Earth where I had longed to be and ditch this numbskull –almost literally-.

   But, aside from the few pained grunts, he remains silent as he throws his body into the large doors once again, but this time weakness brought him down to his knees as pain gargles from his throat.

   Turning my gaze up at the barrier before us, I finally understand why the path had felt so familiar. The tall pillars stretching to hold the ceilings of the stars above us, the golden gateway that I had failed to take into sight earlier, the light of Olympus' glow around our damaged bodies had all but dimmed into nothing… With little to no hesitation, my imagination had finally caught up with the theatrical display of terror this man had been conveying before my very eyes…

   Slowly backing away from the giant wall before us, I widen my eyes at the providence of my fortune that had been dropped in my lap like a thousand pound weight.

   This is not what I wanted! I think over and over again, staring blankly at the golden gates of Olympus before us. Every time I chant them, I open my eyes and wish they would make it true… begging for my thoughts to change what had been done.

   This is not happening! It can't be!

   "We've been banished from Olympus!"



   "Are you awake now?" a voice asks me from the darkness.

   Finally free of the memories and dreams that have held me hostage for the many eons I have remained Lord of the Underworld, I let the hazy sheet of sleep disintegrate from my eyes while my tender limbs marry the joints they had been separated from for a time I cannot even imagine.

   "My lord?" the voice queries beside me.

   Turning my weary body to the said voice who called my name, I sigh and reflect on the previous moments I had encountered:

   I had saved Persephone.

   My body had become immobile from the poison of the damned Hell Hound's venom.

   I had heard the voice of my arch enemy and the mother of the woman I love… My friend.

   And then… I had fallen back into the slumbers of my dreams.

   "Charon," I grumbled with sleep still stuck in the crevice of my throat, more venom escaping my lips than I had aimed for. "By the name I carry of Hades, if you ever dare to recall me from my slumber with the name of 'my lord' ever again, I will make them the last words you ever speak." Turning my eyes to the man sitting in the animal skin and fur covered arm chair beside me, I glower at him and pretend that I can turn his sliver eyes into ash with just the thought. "Are we clear?"

   He only smiles wide as he reflects the perfect façade of ultimate ease with a single leg hanging as limp as a line on a fishing pole while his arms create a cradle just big enough to fit the ego-sized head he has always carried on his shoulders.

   "Translucent," he smiles wickedly as the sparkle in his eyes grew into a wild fire, consuming everything in its path.

   "Good," I barked, lifting myself into a sitting position, forgetting how sensational the feeling of your joints are when you are ridden of their mobility.

   "I see you've gotten yourself into trouble again…" he nods in the direction of the bowl containing dark matter swirling around itself as it searches for a victim. "You know Judas better than to know you never cross his path when there is a soul over the line."

   I scoffed, turning eyes to the man. "-Preaches the man who has made sport of racing the Hell Hounds to the soul."

   "In reason of them destroying the soul before I can transport them to Hell!" he snarled, quickly reliving an incident in his thoughts, shaking his head.

   Aside from the accent he owns, Charon is just as Greek as the blood that runs through my veins. Just as much a God as myself… and just as damned. But unlike my dreaded rule of this worthless kingdom, my only true friend has been cursed with a chariot and midnight-black stallions, transporting the deceased and lost souls from the living world to… well, here.

   "I prefer my dying to be in one piece…" he sighs, shifting in the chair slightly. "But this has nothing to do with my dilemma with the… mutts," he spits the word, turning a glare back at me. "This is strictly regarding your stupidity and pride towards Jud-!"

   "This was not just any soul," I growled, holding a single palm to my head as I wished that I could just shove the constant pounding and pulsing pain away from my senses so as to have a cognitive thought that was not an automatic response.

   "Ay," he responds, exhaling a deep breath as he eases his position into a more appropriate sitting style where his elbows rest comfortably against the tops of his knees. Letting his head drop slightly, russet strands of hair cover his face as he watches his fingers twiddle back and forth, constantly fighting for dominance over the other while they levitate in the middle of the space between his legs. "She be no ordinary sprite of the forest…"

   Rolling my eyes at the choice of words Charon has chosen, I run my fingers through the long sliver locks that run down to my lower back as I try to release the tension I have been collecting over these countless nights I'm sure.

   "How many moons have passed?" I asked absentmindedly standing from the king-sized bed to take the few steps to the wardrobe made of ash colored timber as that is in abundance in this wretched land.

   "Two days and three nights, my lord."          

   Already ahead with where I was going with my chaste expression, Charon smiles and waves a finger quite pleased with himself.

   "Ah, ah, my lord, the direct threat was 'should you ever recall me from my slumber…'" Smiling even brighter, he stands and looks down at his dirtied fingernails as if he gave a damn that they were not perfectly polished. "My lord said nothing about after he wakes from his dreams."

   "Consider it implied," I ground my teeth, reaching for a pair of leather pants that had been tucked away in the wardrobe with a rag of a shirt. Without second thought, I clump the two items together in a ball and walk to the other side of my room where a screen of dark and violent shades of red erase the man from my sight if not for a few moments.

   "My, aren't we rather sensitive this morning, my lor-"

   Before the bastard could finish his sentence, I pull a knife from behind the screen and throw it just so that it barely misses his left cheek while cutting his already short hair by just a fraction of an inch.

   "That was a warning, my friend" I advised him, returning back to changing from my drawers that I know Charon had discarded me down to before setting me in bed.

   "A warning from the devil," he laughed to himself. "That's rich. But the thing that I have been stumbling over is why you haven't asked me yet."

   Pulling the shirt over my head, I then grab the hair that has been tucked between my ivory skin and the dirtied rag, letting it fall free against my back. "Asked you what?"

   I could almost hear through the silence and space between us that he was rolling his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest.

   "Don't pretend that you're not thinking about her this very second, boy'o…" he accused harshly.

   Standing perfectly still where I was safely hidden behind that screen, I unconsciously bring the tips of my fingers to my lips, relishing the thought of that dream I would have vowed to be as real and true as the flesh that I press against my own skin. The intoxicating sense of her warmth pressing down on me like the gravity that has us both planted on this Earth.

   I needed to see her… to save her from a purgatory that the wretched wench of Olympus had induced her in.

   "Is she being well taken care of?" I whisper behind my ivory fingers, barely audible to even my own ears.

   "Ay," the man's accent purred softly, walking towards the screen. "But her soul is very weak, sire."

   Swallowing the bile building in the back of my throat, I straighten my spine along with the charcoal and crimson attire allowing the hollow pit in my lungs to replace the breath I had unintentionally held with fresh air. It's no use wallowing when her life is at stake. Turning to face my only friend, I take another breath to meet his waiting silver eyes.

   "Has there been any progress?"

   Solemnly he shakes his head, only to find sudden fascination in the meek leather boots that are decorated in fine silver buckles and straps covered in countless blood stains as single spurs hang off the edge of his heel.

   "Afraid not, sire," he spoke somberly, kicking an invisible rock. "Barely even a pulse beats."

   Lifting my chin the only man I dare trust with my life, my best friend, I grab his shoulder and shake his expression to be eye level with me.

   "Take me to her."


Oh... my... lord...

Okay, so I had planned on posting this just before New Years... I honestly had NO idea that I would be done with this chapter so soon! :D


But, to all my fabulous watchers and readers, this is my Christmas present to you :D Or what ever kind of present you want :icongiftplz: Lol!

But either way, thank you guys so much! I love you! Truly!


And also, you may have noticed that I left out the Characters from the description for a few reasons.

1) Takes a while for me to type up.
BLUE) I'll ruin things for you if I tell you who these characters are :D

Well, either way, I'll end this. And I'm sorry if it seems kind of... "eh" compared to the other chapters, but I knew if I kept looking at it anymore it would end up not even being posted. :iconwtfboomplz:

Thank you all again! I love you guys!

Part 2:…
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Part 5:…
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Original story/Characters: The Greeks!!! :icongreeceplz:

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A old pic from arround 2006, but retouched for a future project... maybe you ask why? hehehe, soon more news :D
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Hades (from Greek ᾍδης, Hadēs, originally Ἅιδης, Haidēs or Άΐδης, Aidēs, meaning "the unseen") refers both to the ancient Greek underworld, the abode of Hades, and to the god of the underworld. Hades in Homer referred just to the god; the genitive ᾍδου, Haidou, was an elision to denote locality: "the house/dominion of Hades". Eventually, the nominative, too, came to designate the abode of the dead.

In Greek mythology, Hades and his brothers Zeus and Poseidon defeated the Titans and claimed rulership over the universe ruling the underworld, air, and sea, respectively; the solid earth, long the province of Gaia, was available to all three concurrently. Because of his association with the underworld, Hades is often interpreted by moderns as the Grim Reaper.

By the Romans Hades was called Pluto, from his Greek epithet Πλούτων Ploutōn (πλοῦτος, wealth), meaning "Rich One". In Roman mythology, Hades/Pluto was called Dis Pater and Orcus. The corresponding Etruscan god was Aita. Symbols associated with him are the Helm of Darkness and the three-headed dog, Cerberus.

The deceased entered the underworld by crossing the Acheron, ferried across by Charon (kair'-on), who charged an obolus, a small coin for passage placed in the mouth of the deceased by pious relatives. Paupers and the friendless gathered for a hundred years on the near shore according to Book VI of Vergil's Aeneid. Greeks offered propitiatory libations to prevent the deceased from returning to the upper world to "haunt" those who had not given them a proper burial. The far side of the river was guarded by Cerberus, the three-headed dog defeated by Heracles (Roman Hercules). Passing beyond Cerberus, the shades of the departed entered the land of the dead to be judged.
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the favorite daughter of Zeus, Guardian of Atenas and master of heroes.

a "young" version i think :D

a draw for myths & Legends TCG, a ld one, arround 6 months or less.

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A paint of the last year :)

In Greek mythology, Ares (Ancient Greek: Ἄρης [árɛːs], Μodern Greek: Άρης [ˈaris]) is the son of Zeus and Hera. Though often referred to as the Olympian god of warfare, he is more accurately the god of bloodlust, or slaughter personified: "Ares is apparently an ancient abstract noun meaning throng of battle, war."

He is also know under this titles:

* Brotoloigos (Βροτολοιγός, ‘Destroyer of men’ );
* Androfontes (Ανδρειφοντης, ‘Killer or men’ );
* Miaiphonos (Μιαιφόνος, ‘Bloodstained’ );
* Teikhesiplêtês (Τειχεσιπλήτης, ‘assailant of walls’ );
* Maleros (Μαλερός, ‘brutal’ );
* Teritas (Θηρίτας, ‘beast" ), by Tero.

He is an important Olympian god in the epic tradition represented by the Iliad. The reading of his character remains ambiguous, in a late 6th-century funerary inscription from Attica: "Stay and mourn at the tomb of dead Kroisos/ Whom raging Ares destroyed one day, fighting in the foremost ranks".

The Romans identified him as Mars, the god of war and agriculture, whom they had inherited from the Etruscans; but, among them, Mars stood in much higher esteem. (See also Athena.)

Among the Hellenes, Ares was always distrusted. Although Ares' half-sister Athena was also considered a war deity, her stance was that of strategic warfare, whereas Ares's tended to be one of unpredictable violence. Athena and Ares were enemies. His birthplace and true home was placed far off, among the barbarous and warlike Thracians, to whom he withdrew after his affair with Aphrodite was revealed.

"Ares" remained an adjective and epithet in Classical times, which could be applied to the war-like aspects of other gods: Zeus Areios, Athena Areia, even Aphrodite.

In Mycenaean times, inscriptions attest to Enyalios, a name that survived into Classical times as an epithet of Ares. Vultures and dogs, both of which prey upon carrion in the battlefield, are sacred to him.

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Zeus in Greek mythology is the king of the gods, the ruler of Mount Olympus and the god of the sky and thunder. His symbols are the thunderbolt, eagle, bull, and oak. In addition to his Indo-European inheritance, the classical "cloud-gatherer" also derives certain iconographic traits from the cultures of the ancient Near East, such as the scepter. Zeus is frequently depicted by Greek artists in one of two poses: standing, striding forward, with a thunderbolt leveled in his raised right hand, or seated in majesty.

Zeus was the child of Cronus and Rhea, and the youngest of his siblings. In most traditions he was married to Hera, although, at the oracle of Dodona, his consort was Dione: according to the Iliad, he is the father of Aphrodite by Dione. He is known for his erotic escapades. These resulted in many godly and heroic offspring, including Athena, Apollo and Artemis, Hermes, Persephone (by Demeter), Dionysus, Perseus, Heracles, Helen, Minos, and the Muses (by Mnemosyne); by Hera, he is usually said to have fathered Ares, Hebe and Hephaestus.

His Roman counterpart was Jupiter and his Etruscan counterpart Tinia. In Hindu mythology his counterpart was Indra with ever common weapon as thunderbolt.

A very old work, arround october of 2007
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Hi there guys! there goes another commission for :iconantcow: based on the greek myths, hope you like it, this time the vengeful and sometimes bitchy goddess Hera, but, C´mon, I think we all can understand her, Zeus was a cheater, so, be afraid of Zeus, but a lot more from Hera :p

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Hera (pronounced /ˈhɪərə/; Greek Ήρα, Hēra, equivalently Ήρη, Hērē, in Ionic and Homer) was the wife and one of three sisters of Zeus in the Olympian pantheon of classical Greek Mythology. Her chief function was as the goddess of women and marriage. In Roman mythology, Juno was the equivalent mythical character. The cow, and later, the peacock were sacred to her. Hera's mother was Rhea and her father, Cronus.

Portrayed as majestic and solemn, often enthroned, and crowned with the polos (a high cylindrical crown worn by several of the Great Goddesses), Hera may bear a pomegranate in her hand, emblem of fertile blood and death and a substitute for the narcotic capsule of the opium poppy. A scholar of Greek mythology Walter Burkert writes in Greek Religion, "Nevertheless, there are memories of an earlier aniconic representation, as a pillar in Argos and as a plank in Samos."

Hera was known for her jealous and vengeful nature, most notably against Zeus's paramours and offspring, but also against mortals who crossed her, such as Pelias. Paris offended her by choosing Aphrodite as the most beautiful goddess, earning Hera's hatred.
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And more greek myths! This is a very old pic, around 2007, I remember doing this sketch on a plane. Was odd, cause out there was a awful electrical storm... damn! zeus dont want me to finish this pic of his dad:p. I just adjusted some colors, hope you like it... I done this pic at the same time of this other posted a couple of years ago

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Cronus or Kronos (Ancient Greek Κρόνος, Krónos) was the leader and the youngest of the first generation of Titans, divine descendants of Gaia, the earth, and Uranus, the sky. He overthrew his father and ruled during the mythological Golden Age, until he was overthrown by his own sons, Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon, and imprisoned in Tartarus.

In ancient myth recorded by Hesiod's Theogony, Cronus envied the power of his father, the ruler of the universe, Uranus. Uranus drew the enmity of Cronus' mother, Gaia, when he hid the gigantic youngest children of Gaia, the hundred-armed Hecatonchires and one-eyed Cyclopes, in Tartarus, so that they would not see the light. Gaia created a great stone sickle and gathered together Cronus and his brothers to persuade them to castrate Uranus. Only Cronus was willing to do the deed, so Gaia gave him the sickle and placed him in ambush. When Uranus met with Gaia, Cronus attacked him with the sickle castrating him and casting his testicles into the sea. From the blood (or, by a few accounts, semen) that spilled out from Uranus and fell upon the earth, the Gigantes, Erinyes, and Meliae were produced. The testicles produced a white foam from which Aphrodite emerged. For this, Uranus threatened vengeance and called his sons titenes (according to Hesiod meaning "straining ones," the source of the word "titan", but this etymology is disputed) for overstepping their boundaries and daring to commit such an act.

After dispatching Uranus, Cronus re-imprisoned the Hecatonchires, the Gigantes, and the Cyclopes and set the dragon Campe to guard them. He and his sister Rhea took the throne of the world as king and queen. This period of Cronus' rule was called the Golden Age, as the people of the time had no need for laws or rules; everyone did the right thing, and immorality was absent.

Cronus learned from Gaia and Uranus that he was destined to be overcome by his own son, just as he had overthrown his father. As a result, although he sired the gods Demeter, Hera, Hades, Hestia, and Poseidon by Rhea, he devoured them all as soon as they were born, to preempt the prophecy. When the sixth child, Zeus, was born Rhea sought Gaia to devise a plan to save them and to eventually get retribution on Cronus for his acts against his father and children. Other children Cronus is reputed to have fathered include Chiron, by Philyra.

Rhea secretly gave birth to Zeus in Crete, and handed Cronus a stone wrapped in swaddling clothes, also known as the Omphalos Stone, which he promptly swallowed, thinking that it was his son.

Rhea kept Zeus hidden in a cave on Mount Ida, Crete. According to some versions of the story, he was then raised by a goat named Amalthea, while a company of Kouretes, armored male dancers, shouted and clapped their hands to make enough noise to mask the baby's cries from Cronus. Other versions of the myth have Zeus raised by the nymph Adamanthea, who hid Zeus by dangling him by a rope from a tree so that he was suspended between the earth, the sea, and the sky, all of which were ruled by his father, Cronus. Still other versions of the tale say that Zeus was raised by his grandmother, Gaia.

Once he had grown up, Zeus used a poison given to him by Gaia to force Cronus to disgorge the contents of his stomach in reverse order: first the stone, which was set down at Pytho under the glens of Mount Parnassus to be a sign to mortal men, then the goat, and then his two brothers and three sisters. In other versions of the tale, Metis gave Cronus an emetic to force him to disgorge the children, or Zeus cut Cronus' stomach open. After freeing his siblings, Zeus released the Gigantes, the Hecatonchires, and the Cyclopes, who forged for him his thunderbolts. In a vast war called the Titanomachy, Zeus and his brothers and sisters, with the help of the Gigantes, Hecatonchires, and Cyclopes, overthrew Cronus and the other Titans. Afterwards, many of the Titans were confined in Tartarus. Some Titans were not banished to Tartarus. Atlas, Epimetheus, Menoetius, Oceanus and Prometheus are examples of Titans who were not imprisoned in Tartarus following the Titanomachy. Gaia bore the monster Typhon to claim revenge for the imprisoned Titans, though Zeus was victorious. Accounts of the fate of Cronus after the Titanomachy differ. In Homeric and other texts he is imprisoned with the other Titans in Tartarus. In Orphic poems, he is imprisoned for eternity in the cave of Nyx. Pindar describes his release from Tartarus, where he is made King of Elysium by Zeus. In another version, the Titans released the Cyclopes from Tartarus, and Cronus was awarded the kingship among them, beginning a Golden Age.
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An old pic of a new Zeus pic :) a green Zeus, hope you like it! Was done for Volt Energy drink!
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Zeus (pronounced /ˈzuːs/ or /ˈzjuːs/; Ancient Greek: Ζεύς; Modern Greek: Δίας, Dias) is the King of the Gods in Greek mythology.[3] Zeus was viewed as a king who oversaw the universe. He assigns the various gods their roles. In the Homeric Hymns he is referred to as the chieftain of the gods. He is also called the "Father of Gods and men", according to Hesiod's Theogony. He ruled the Olympians of Mount Olympus in ways representative as both a father as head of the family and a king. He was the god of sky and thunder in Greek mythology. His symbols are the thunderbolt, eagle, bull, and oak. In addition to his Indo-European inheritance, the classical "cloud-gatherer" also derives certain iconographic traits from the cultures of the Ancient Near East, such as the scepter. Zeus is frequently depicted by Greek artists in one of two poses: standing, striding forward, with a thunderbolt leveled in his raised right hand, or seated in majesty.

Zeus was the child of Cronus and Rhea, and the youngest of his siblings. In most traditions he was married to Hera, although, at the oracle of Dodona, his consort was Dione: according to the Iliad, he is the father of Aphrodite by Dione.He is known for his erotic escapades. These resulted in many godly and heroic offspring, including Athena, Apollo and Artemis, Hermes, Persephone (by Demeter), Dionysus, Perseus, Heracles, Helen, Minos, and the Muses (by Mnemosyne); by Hera, he is usually said to have fathered Ares, Hebe and Hephaestus.

Cronus sired several children by Rhea: Hestia, Demeter, Hera, Hades, and Poseidon, but swallowed them all as soon as they were born, since he had learned from Gaia and Uranus that he was destined to be overcome by his own son as he had overthrown his own father— an oracle that Zeus was to hear and avert. But when Zeus was about to be born, Rhea sought Gaia to devise a plan to save him, so that Cronus would get his retribution for his acts against Uranus and his own children. Rhea gave birth to Zeus in Crete, handing Cronus a rock wrapped in swaddling clothes, which he promptly swallowed.

After reaching manhood, Zeus forced Cronus to disgorge first the stone (which was set down at Pytho under the glens of Parnassus to be a sign to mortal men, the Omphalos) then his siblings in reverse order of swallowing. In some versions, Metis gave Cronus an emetic to force him to disgorge the babies, or Zeus cut Cronus' stomach open. Then Zeus released the brothers of Cronus, the Gigantes, the Hecatonchires and the Cyclopes, from their dungeon in Tartarus, killing their guard, Campe. As a token of their appreciation, the Cyclopes gave him thunder and the thunderbolt, or lightning, which had previously been hidden by Gaia. Together, Zeus and his brothers and sisters, along with the Gigantes, Hecatonchires and Cyclopes overthrew Cronus and the other Titans, in the combat called the Titanomachy. The defeated Titans were then cast into a shadowy underworld region known as Tartarus. Atlas, one of the titans that fought against Zeus, was punished by having to hold up the sky.

After the battle with the Titans, Zeus shared the world with his elder brothers, Poseidon and Hades, by drawing lots: Zeus got the sky and air, Poseidon the waters, and Hades the world of the dead (the underworld). The ancient Earth, Gaia, could not be claimed; she was left to all three, each according to their capabilities, which explains why Poseidon was the "earth-shaker" (the god of earthquakes) and Hades claimed the humans that died.

Gaia resented the way Zeus had treated the Titans, because they were her children. Soon after taking the throne as king of the gods, Zeus had to fight some of Gaia's other children, the monsters Typhon and Echidna. He vanquished Typhon and trapped him under a mountain, but left Echidna and her children alive.
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