Persephone paced around her room. A plate of food sat on the bedside table- how she had no idea- untouched. Some type of meat, steamed vegetables, slices of fruit. He had to be given credit, at least, for the hearty meal. But she knew better.
She had made a little nest for her piglet- whom she had named Blu after Eubuleus- from the torn pages of the books kept in the room. She did not understand anything written in them anyways. Currently the little animal was rooting through and tearing them even more. At first it brought a smile to her face, now she was just bored. For a brief time, she drew on some loose paper with charcoal from the fire. Random lines and designs, mostly. Even a caricature of Hades.
A horse of a face, but flat like it had been pressed into glass. Eyes that bulged from their sockets, but sunken so far in they gave him permanent bags. A nose so pointed it threatened to stab through pouting lips. His hair was receding, though only at the sides of his forehead, with an overexaggerated crow's peak. What was left of the hair was roaring, almost threatening to escape from his scalp and into thin air. Every part was either pointed, into fangs or talons, or curved into a menacing look.
Persephone proudly hung her work on the wall- only to start throwing just about anything she thought would stick to it. Chunks of her meal, candle wax that had been placed too close to the fire, even the spare writing utensils stored in the desk. When those no longer satisfied her she threw plant spines, grown from her fingertips, at the drawing. When the portrait had been thoroughly turned into a pincushion, she directed her attention at the door.
The metal was heavy and cold, far more so than any metal the mortals used. Still, it turned to putty in her hands. Easily bendable, moldable. On her way out to explore that palace she jammed it through the door to Hades' room.
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Agatha D.
Illness
Spouse: Undetermined.
Offspring: Living.
Children: Ido L. (Asphodel). Rachel H. (Fields – Asphodel). Farrin B. (Undetermined).
Feats: Self-Sacrifice (Zeus – Adao. Elysium). Preservation of Sacred Site (N/A - Agni. Elysium). Protector of Youth (Artemis, Hera – Agatha. Undetermined).
Faults: Theft (Food), Cowardice (Fleeing from War – Ares), Raising of Youth in Unsafe Conditions (War).
Hades looked over the report before him, knowing the mortal and their deeds full well. He wished they stood before him for an official hearing. Though, he knew full well it would not sway his decision. An extra precaution, nothing more. But the hall was currently closed down after that past- incursion.
Before he had time to second guess himself he grabbed a stamp from his desk and pressed the metal onto the parchment. It burned the words Isles of Blessed into the paper like a brand. Hades rolled the scroll back up before placing it on the steadily growing stack.
Paper work. Quite possibly his own eternal punishment- though for what he knew not. Sadly, it was the only alternative when he could not judge a soul in person. The realm did not simply stop functioning when a facility did.
The next scroll was simple to determine, as it was written by Eros:
Vada J.
Heart Break.
Spouse: N/A
Offspring: N/A
Children: N/A
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Hades and Persephone
RomanceHighest Rankings: #1 in Demeter #6 in Myths #3 in Greek Mythology Hades always loved his sister, Demeter. And when she became pregnant he was the one support she had. When Kore was born, Hades was distraught for reasons only really he understood. He...
