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All legends are born out of truth. All fairytales have slivers of facts buried in their history, and today what is known as mere myth was once real.
Zeus loved his crown.
Zeus was a proud god, too proud to let even his brother’s sister take his throne.
This was the Underworld, the terrain of beasts that surrounded Tartarus. This was the land that the great door had sealed within its confining prison centuries ago; the door that Cronus had prophesied would only yield to a god the Universe found both pure and worthy of unspeakable power.
“There are three great realms: the Skies, the Seas, and the Underworld,”
“It is said that if a god of the Underworld ever came, he would join the two brothers as the third great… You broke the seal. Your equals are only Zeus and Poseidon, the three gods of the three realms.”
A humble god is better than a proud one,
And for the first time in centuries, a god set foot in the Underworld.
The Underworld both craves and fears you.
“Kerberos may be a god-killer, but I am the one god he will not kill,” Hades said as her fingers caressed the hellhound’s monstrous crown. “For I saw his heart… and it beats for me.”
structure. A god of great majesty and madness had sat here centuries ago, but he had failed to tame the Underworld.
He had sealed the door to keep the evil from encroaching on his reign, but Hades had unleashed the darkness. Hell was hers, as was this throne.
A Titan, the gods of old, had sacrificed his very existence for a mortal, yet Zeus refused to surrender even a fraction of his reign for Hades. Charon’s love was deep and sincere, but Zeus’… Hades wondered if his love had ever been true.
“I say you should make Zeus pay… make him atone for the both of us,” Keres said with a glint of sharpened iron in her voice. “But if you are to cause him pain, do it so that you might not pay the heavy price. Do what cannot be punished. Zeus is a proud god. Hurt his pride, Hades. Humiliate him, embarrass him, torture his ego and emotions. He will not go
unpunished for his discarding of you, and yet your satisfaction will bring you to no harm.”
Earth felt like a cross between Olympus and the Underworld, both light and dark, good and evil.
“When you love someone, you do what must be done, regardless the consequences. Love is not only the moments of excitement but also the moments of sacrifice. It is the difficult times more so than the easy.”
“I am Hades,”
“I am god of the Underworld. Breaker of the seal, guardian of the River Styx, keeper of the dead, and lord of beasts so terrifying and great that even their shadows would cause your heart to fail.”
“Do you know what happens to the living in the land of the dead?”
“The living are not meant for the Underworld, and its cruelty eats at their souls. You will remain human for a time, left to wander the realm of great darkness, fleeing from my hound who has the power to slay even the gods, but slowly your soul will be destroyed, eaten away until nothing remains. Without a soul, there is no Elysium, no Tartarus, only insanity. You will
descend into madness, morphing into the beasts you once feared until your head screams for you to rip your brain out of your skull with your bare hands… that is what happens to a livi...
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“Remember my words, and you will not see me again during your life. You will in death though, so might I suggest you change your ways before it is too late. Otherwise, when you finally die and are ferried across my river, I will personally be waiting to escort you to the Winding Staircase of Tartarus.”
“How dare you…” “How dare I what?” Hades challenged. “We are equals, remember? Do not fight me. This is the path you chose, so let us part peacefully. We are Olympians, gods of the council. Let us act like it.”
“You are Keres, spirit of violent and cruel deaths… and my friend.” Hades knelt and gently gripped the woman’s chin. “Honor my name when I am absent from here.”
“I rule the realm of death. My dog is a god-killer. Welcome to the family.”
It was the truth in the eyes that betrayed love, not words,
Just because you were willing to die for me, does not mean that I am willing to live without you.”
What good is living if your soul is dead?
But mortality was foolish when confronted with its own frailty.
Fear was power.
“I do not tell you how to rule your realms.” Her voice was dignity and honey. “Do not presume to instruct me on how to rule mine.”
warning. Learn when to yield and when to strike. Sometimes retreat is not weakness, but the smarter course of action.”

