The Kingdom of Hades
Death. A requirement for life. A never ending cycle that determines the fate of anything and everything we know. Rocks crumble, mountains fall, lakes dry up, and people die. Nothing is an exception to this rule. Especially not the Kingdom of Hades.
Hades was the kingdom that wanted to break that rule. Or moreover, its queen did. Minerva, the queen of Hades, was a ravishing young woman. Beautiful, to sum it all up in one word. Raven hair that touched her ankles, but never the ground. Tan skin that seemed as if the sun itself had kissed it personally. Completely luscious curves that intoxicated her male followers, and was the envy of women all around.
It's unfortunate, but even the most beautiful of people can still have quite a fault, and it often isn't in their appearance. Minerva was greedy in a sense. She wanted to remain beautiful forever, and remain watched, and envied. More than greedy, she was scared of growing old, and ugly. She feared she would lose