Post by hades , on Apr 3, 2009 23:49:27 GMT -5
from up here the city lights burn
light a thousand miles of fire
though the audibility of the moans of the dead was something that hades had grown all too used to in his centuries as the protector of the underworld, it was these sounds that had taken him away from his catatonic-like state of sleeping. it had been only a mere month since he had last been with persephone and already he was missing her more than he could handle. he was warm for once, an unusual feeling when thriving among the dead and decaying souls and thus, the discomfort that ailed his pail flesh was what had caused him to rise from his chambers. it was too much, ruling the underworld, that is, but he would rather have suffered from a mortal death than lose what position he held in the scheme of things.
time after time, hades was forced to repeat the act of losing his wife for a vast majority of the year. he was graced with her presence for some four months out of the year in which he loved her, hell, even worshipped her. being that he was the lord of the underworld and s he his wife, she should have strove for his attention but in fact, she almost seemed to resent the fact that she was forced to be taken away from her mother and life in olympus. he loved her, indeed he did, but truth be told, hades was growing restless in her absence. he believed in maintaining the bond between his spouse but the seduction of mortal women was playing with his mind.
his clothing was plain and nothing that deserved any attention, plainer than any god should have been seen in. in fact, had anyone not known of him, they would have most likely assumed he was a common position in society. he left the dark colored bed sheets awry as he slid out from underneath them, paying little attention to the disintegrating canopy that often enveloped him in the preferred darkness. glancing over the balcony in which his bed chambers were perched upon, hades caught glimpse of the eerily lit emerald pool in which the spirits were swirling about in. he had lost count long ago on just how turn of the centuries he had spent watching the melancholy charade that repeated itself day after day. he didn’t mind – the consistency was even comforting.
a heavy sigh was emitted into the air as hades continued down the worn staircase that met the top of his balcony. his left hand slid along the banister, keeping his striking green gaze on the scene below him. there were few living creatures, or even gods for that matter, that had been to the depths of the underworld without teetering on the brink of life and death. it was hades, and solely hades who was able to thrive in such a environment for century upon century without having any wear and tear to show for it. from what he had gathered, persephone was less than pleased with the time she had to spend down here – the gloom and eeriness proved to be far too different from what she had been used to before their marriage. poseidon had never set foot in his underground lair and zeus did his best to stray away.
hades found his way into the main chambers of the underworld. it was through this point in the entire lair in which souls were brought it and rarely every out. settled in the middle of the corridor was a brilliantly carved chair, ornate in all of its features. it seemed fit for a king, or better yet, a god. hades presumed his usual spot in the tall-backed throne of a chair before his gaze darted to cerberus who had curled up comfortably on the counter. the side of the large, three headed monster made him chuckle at how peaceful he ultimately seemed – ironic, no? his fingers rapped against the armrests of his chair, softly pitter pattering to the motion of the souls wafting in the pool just in front of him. and who’s soul would he witness today?
tagged - - - anyone who feels so inclined.
notes - - - tis just blahh.
outfit - - - right hurrrr
lyrics - - - anthem of our dying day ,, story of the year
word count - - - six hundred and eighty-four
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