Hades' WrathMortals have come to the Underworld? Whatever for? I had always been under the impression that mortals feared death. Surely they would know that theres no surer way of dying than coming here? And how had they gotten in to begin with? Old Charon must have been accepting bribes again. I cant imagine that his lord would be particularly happy to hear thatMore Like This
No matter. Its none of my affair. My love is for light. For life. Im meant for creating growth. New life. Beauty. Spring. Queen of the Dead indeed. I despise this darkness. Buried far beneath even the deepest roots of the flora I love. Nothing but stone walls and complete and utter blackness.
I slid my hand over the cold stone as I made my way through the endless labyrinth that Hades would have be my home. That was how I spent much of my time. If I were to stay still in the darkness for too long its hopelessness would begin to consume me. I needed light. All I wished for was
Happy Birthday, Persephone“Hades...” her voice was tentative as she poked her head through the door, seeking entrance.More Like This
Hades looked up from his favorite chair, the book he was engrossed in still propped up on his knee. Of all the people in the Underworld, Persephone was the only one allowed to disturb him while reading. But it was late, and he was surprised to see her up.
“Ah, hello Persephone,” he said, smiling, “Come in and sit with me.”
She trotted in and sat down in her favorite chair, the one he kept close to the fire because she was always cold. Hades was tired from hours of paperwork, and he'd missed her these last few days. Underworld business, dull though it may have been, was a Zeus-ordered mandate, and there was no shirking the job. There were many nights when he didn't sleep at all, and he knew it distressed Persephone to be left alone so often in these lofty chambers.
“Will you sit with me?” he asked, and she beamed at him, relieved. With her