Meet me, in the Underworld my Love

Long ago, the god named Hades was born. Forced to rule the underworld while his brothers where allowed the surfaces above. Yes, his job was important, but it was not thankful. Every poor soul of one who had died hated Hades. He was treated with nothing but disrespect, aching and carving holes into his poor soul.

Although in the books read today Hades is seen as an evil, malevolent, and viscious god. He didn’t start off that way. Hades had once been a child. Cast into the position of ruling the underworld the moment he could speak. He was never daddy’s favorite. Darling Hades was a polite child. But he was not strong like Zeus, or fluent in animal speak like Posiedon.

It is unknown to me whether Hades was forced into the underworld because his father thought it best, or if his father hated him. My best guess is, it was the latter. Niether Zeus nor Poseidon where cast into their roles as quickly as Hades was. Once Hades was cast into the underworld, he was not permitted to come back.

Hades heart had slowly turned cold. Only one thing gave him a sense of warmth. Persephone. His wife. Although the stories say that he had kidnapped her, she truly loved him. Those who decided to write the myths, stuck to their classic “evil god of the underworld” routine. Every moment Persephone is away on the surface, the underworld freezes. The moment she returns the underworld is on fire.

Although those on the surface will never understand my broken darling, I Persephone, always will be at his side. Thanking him for his thankless job.