rld. Dead souls taken by the messenger of the gods, Hermes, were brought down through

who had an appetite for live flesh, would attack anyone but spirits. There lived the dead - heroes and cowards, she

ust wait again for the trail by the three judges -Mino

e Blessed, where they can relive the joys of life. Those whose crimes warrant a sentence to

ajestic black robe and puissant look made those around her cower in fear. Mortals were afraid to even menti

's report of arriving souls was evidently ignored. His mistress's mind seemed adrift elsewhere. Since her return from Olympus, Hades was pensive and negligen

nue, Great Hade

k to her senses and

s finish it tomorrow. Surely, the dead can wait. Ask Minos to herd them off to

aron bowed and lef

. These were Tisiphone, Alecto, and Megaera, the Furies, the Eumenides, or the Kindly Ones. They were hags, with snarky hair, red-hot eyes, and yellow sharp teeth. They slashed through the air over Erebus Field towards Hades'

ed low over the sparkling black ceiling, screaming th

r servants wild with news. But soon the Furie

her throne and bello

nd give me what you

e down and bowed be

hissed at her two other sisters, "Silence, you old ha

she was kept hidden from the eyes of wishful suitors for all of her life. The young lovely goddess spent her days idyllically gathering fragrant flowers in the fields of Nysa, which spread as far as the eyes could see. During the long summery h

er," the Furies said, "and carefully kept from

ephone now?"

like the flowers which surro

golden ichor, rushing through her veins. If Hades wasn't a goddess, she could have been

night, Hades felt the sweet confusion and grew dizzy with joy and strangeness. She had seen mortals become stup

e's radiance could surely enliven her kingdom. There was no one more dazzling than the daughter of the earth goddess. She remembered

the thought of her lips touching that soft beautiful skin. It made her body tingle with stran

ask for Persephone?" the passionate and b

, "Demeter has an obsessed love for this child.

ll a powerful goddess, ruler of the dark yet wealthy realm, an older daughter of the Titan Cronos and Rhea. Even Ze

rself back and

have Pe

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ung maiden. An eager toad jumped at the darting dragonflies. It was a beautiful day in the summer. Persephone's beauty was accentuated by the lush green grass and by the handsome expression which embraced her exquisite features. Under the cascade

yes haunted her mind like a shadow. She quickly dismissed that unsettling feeling that seemed to itch in her heart. Aft

d through the path. She carried her paint pot along since she had seen a stand of tall waxy pale iris and lilies sh

of the most enchanting flower blooming on the ground. Persephone knew it was the narcissus

stems like drops of blood. She leaned over to inspect it. As Persephone stood, staring curiously at the mysterious bush, she could not

beautiful white flowers with their bulky roots dragged out of the ground, leaving a big hole. She thought nothing of it and turned to go back to where she left her paint pot, but her feet began to tremble. She heard a rumbling sound and turned

flowing black cape. On her head was a black crown. Her long moon shadow-black hair flowed like silk over her shoulders. Persephone was frozen by the sudden pr

ung maiden realized she was about to be taken away into the black depths. The thought of this brought terror to her heart. When Persephone opened her mouth to cry for help, Hades's c

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