#𑁋 ⸢ hades. ╱ lightcreators. ⸥

[bigidiotenergytm]

Hades @ Hades : what do you think of me ? Don't you resent me for welcoming as it should be Odysseus, as loving deity I am ?

"Hm? RESENT you?"

"Why?"

A GENUINE question, looking down at yet another 'version' of himself. Did the God of the Dead truly give the impression that his JUDGEMENT comes so harshly, so immediately? No. It is quite the opposite. Even with previous experiences with their other ( @nerdynanny ) counterpart— Hades did not judge him at first. All different kinds of souls come through the Underworld. Mere fact. All with different stories.

Empathy goes a long way. That, even his counterparts will know.

"You felt as if the King of Ithaca DISRESPECTED you and your land, and the very souls you protect. You are still but a GOD. One that is a KING. It is imperative that souls do well to remember that." Even He is capable of ruthlessness. "You'll help him in the end, won't you?" A smile's offered. "In your own way. You are still but a God."

[essentiamortis]

@lightcreators sent a raven : ❝ being right doesn’t always make things better. ❞ (from hades) / inbox.

elizabeth places her hands upon his desk, "how could anyone know for certain if they don't at least have a trial run." humanity has been polluting the styx with their broken oaths; the cocytus grows louder with the cries of wandering souls - both those who dwell within its waters and those who walk its shores. elysium seems to be getting smaller by the passing centuries as mortals seemingly just exist and survive. all the subdivisions and continued construction in the asphodel meadows weighs heavily upon her. it's ghostly daffodils that once filled the fields now resembled more of a baren landscape. she loathes what has become of one of her most sacred spots within her father's realm. rarely now is able to sit upon a stone and listen to the shades tell their stories.

"daddy, please! all i'm asking for is a single chance - a literal trial run. the vast majority of souls in asphodel deserve a second chance. a single chance. the expenses, the long wait times, the eternity of construction by daedalus' design. i'm not saying those in asphodel should get the same treatment as those under macaria's care in elysium. one chance at rebirth - one single chance to better their eternity. i have a system already thought out as well. a vetting system - the erinyes helped me create it. we judge the soul in question to see if that chance at rebirth could raise their chances of achieving elysium. you have already stressed to me about how you want the souls in your domain to live to their fullest potential while they are residing in the living realm. you know the insights of how to obtain the knowledge and desires from the depth of their subconscious."

[nibelcloud]

❝ Another person with a god complex huh? Or are you a true god? Can you show me proof that you truly are what you claim? ❞

@lightcreators | liner call for Hades

[helreginn]

@lightcreators asked:

" What if I say 'to be honest' then lie?"

"And what if I say 'don't judge' and then I judge?" Hel scoffed, amused and only slightly perturbed by the idea he meant to lie to her. Her mind darkened with wonderings of what. "Don't lie to me, you dork!"

[heroicwings]

❝ Sometimes it feels like there's somethin' bigger than us out there. There's no way that there isn't something controlling the narrative. These last few days have been crazy . . . ❞

@lightcreators | liner call for Hades

[woodcries]

　　' 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 this is where you want to help? i mean, plants are a little um... delicate to uh... death. '

@lightcreators / one-liner starter call.

[hatigave-a]

@lightcreators Nico said : " everything’s alright. " to Hades

THE GREAT DOG CERBERUS rests his paw on the thigh of the god of the underworld while the deity in question stokes his fur leisurely. Time slips by, as it is so prone to do in the underworld, but never truly out of his grasp. ❝A lie ?❞ An arched eyebrow demands an answer as his fingers leave the soft fur of the three-headed hound. ❝Do you think it is wise to lie to me ?❞

How foolish youth made men; a flaw in their design for the young were often the weakest of the species. They could not afford foolish behaviours and answers dripping with deception. Hades knows that things are far from alright. They don't often tend to be above his domain. ❝It is wise to think again  ⎯⎯⎯ and answer truthfully, boy. Gods don't often give second chances.❞

[prideblades]

❝ Indeed I did meet this boy. He told me of your existence. It seems both of the visitors I have met are knowledgeable of your existence. Evidently, it is inevitable that I was to be inundated with your presence. Some speak of you fondly while others speak of you with a mixture of both fondness and perhaps . . . annoyance? Or something else . . . Suffice it to say, your presence seems complicated and I can understand why with the way you speak. Much like many of the shinigami here, you speak arrogantly. ❞

Perhaps however, he can overlook such a sentiment. Given that Hades is a god ----- a follow god such as the shinigami were. Byakuya had come to understand the nature of the realms. The system which kept their world in balance. For balance, there had to be sacrifices and checks to that power. For centuries, the Shinigami have dominated the realms as the ones with the power and authority to decide the laws. However, in order for the noble houses to keep that order a sin was committed. A great sin all those years ago within the first few centuries of the Soul Society ------ the Soul King was stripped of its personhood and made into an object. No more than a puppet by which the Shinigami obtained their power.

All gods were created under the guise and illusion of power. Very few beings truly became gods. Perhaps this boy and his . . . supervisor were true gods.

❝ It has been said that your domain was similar to our hell in some manners but vastly different. Such is the nature of reality. That there may be different realities is a fact. Lelouch spoke of different fragments where his reality and this one are different, where he was but a pawn on a chessboard. ❞

Byakuya narrowed his eyes. ❝ I don't believe I ever uttered those words. I believe I was compelled to touch them. However, perhaps my new goal should be to make certain I tread upon that which you wish to guard from us. ❞

Did  he  desired  an  confirmation  inside  delicacy  that  was  the  Red  Truth  ?  What  kind  of  sentence  he  could  exposing  in  front  of  another  Shinigami,  he  wondered.  Oh,  maybe  something  like  this,  as  it  concerned  that  powerfulness  influence  of  an  irrefutable  truth  ---  supervising  Terror  prompted  me  to  pay  a  little  visit.  Ah,  would  have  been  wonderful  if  he  could  expressing  such  reality  in  that  manner.  Indeed,  it  was  because  of  the  existence  of  the  kid,  in  all  pejorative  connotation  that  was  felt  in  this  consideration,  that  he  found  himself  interfering  in  middle  of  Shinigami  realm.  As  much  desired  intention  wished  only  to  remain  one  of  an  observer,  future  damage  that  this  kid  was  going  to  do  would  be  an  invitation  to  give  a  neutral  opinion  on  the  circumstances  and  the  moral  state  of  the  Shinigami  trapped  in  this  situation.  Byakuya-san  would  feeling  deeply  honored  similar  comments  would  been  exposed  much  more  later  down  his  face  ---  once  a  curious  eye  ventured  to  catch  up  with  a  story  along  the  way,  once  a  curious  eye  would  have  wanted  to  know  the  ending,  in  order  to  add  his  grain  of  salt  in  the  advancement  of  this  chessboard  by  his  indirect  influence.  If  you've  asked  him,  it  has  been  something  he  already  did  before.  Inevitably,  one  day  or  another,  the  Meifu  would  have  fatally  crossed  paths  with  his  presence,  beyond  a  shadow  that  had  been  misinterpreted  in  several  respects  as  a  potential  higher  villain  behind  the  darkness  created  by  Kazutaka  Muraki,  dramatically  a  foreshadowing  of  a  future  consideration.  He  felt  in  an  atrociously  joyful  mood.  It  would  be  a  shame  if  these  Shinigami  only  remembered  the  frightening  vision  of  knowing  that  he  was  the  father  of  this  insolent  kid.  It  was  a  unique  opportunity  to  clarify  doubts  by  playing  on heartstrings  that  they  would  eventually  find  themselves  comforted  by,  observers  that  they  were,  and  having  received  perspective  given  by  the  kid.  While  feeling  mystery  that  his  sentences  can  provide,  a  playful  and  cheerful  smile  grows  even  wider  on  his  face.  He  can't  be  blamed  for  telling  the  truth  --- 

There  was  an  amusement  concerning  immediate  answer  he  received,  how  the  expression  that  boy  has  been  welcomed  to  his  ears.  Surely,  it  wasn't  about  the  concerned  kid,  since  he  would  have  been  the  first  one  informed,  and  oh,  his  reaction  would  have  been  …  different.  Did  he  was  referring  to  Lelouch  vi  Britannia  ?  Did  he  was  referring  to  Tsuzuki  Asato,  in  which,  amusingly,  innocence  regarding  circumstances  made  him  think  he  would  have  emotional  time  to  prepare  for  his  presence  ?  Magnificently,  Lelouch  had  shown  enormous  delicacy  in  his  way  of  introducing  himself,  as  a  result,  the  mocking  idea  of  ​​showing  himself  openly  arrogant  passed  under  his  nose,  nevertheless  he  could  play  on  this  gaiety  which  he  had  shown.  ❝  You  will  notice  that  I  have  a  lot  in  common  with  this  boy~  Isn't  that  a  normal  thing  when  I'm  a  lovely  supervisor  who  makes  sure  he  learns  properly,  no  matter  how  royal  he  is  ?  ❞  No  matter  where  he  was,  no  matter  who  he  might  meet,  he  knew  that  Lelouch's  lips  were  incapable  of  showing  a  sign  of  politeness  in  front  of  the  rank  he  had,  and  thus,  had  no  mercy  in  throwing  a  few  spades  at  him.  Being  polite  and  humble  in  front  of  a  Shinigami  was  something  he  had  the  strength  to  do,  but  offering  him  a  -sama  or  a  Lord  was  clearly  too  much  to  ask.  If  he  wanted  equality,  he  was  going  to  give  it  to  him.  He  was  expecting  an  argument  between  them  the  next  time  they  met,  to  which  he  would  have  to  use  his  best  emotional  artifices  to  let  this  Emperor  lose  himself  further  in  his  own  pride.  Oh,  explicitly  admitted  that  he  knew  their  little  conversation  they  had  was  nice.  He  was  never  far  enough  away  when  it  came  to  the  Emperor  of  Britannia.  Nevertheless,  an  following  giggle  embraced  his  features,  as  he  hesitated  to  remembered  once  more  a  fact.  He  decided  to  using  it  for  his  own  benefits.  ❝  Maybe  it's  part  of  mine~  ❞  He  slowly  expressed,  as  he  cannot  helped  to  using  that  possibility.  The  Shinigami  was  going  to  decide  who  between  Lelouch  vi  Britannia  and  the  God  of  the  Underworld  himself  seemed  most  dangerous,  a  game  that  had  been  excruciatingly  fun  within  the  Rokkenjima  chessboard  that  he  fully  intended  to  continue  for  some  time.  ❝  Am  I  not  the  one  with  most  authority  that  letting  an  immortal  wander  to  discover  his  new  doors  is  a  complimentary  gesture  on  my  part  ?  ❞  From  an  certain  perspective,  that  Shinigami  was  speaking  towards  another  perception  of  Enma-sama,  in  which  usually,  employees  of  the  Underworld  weren't  supposed  to  met  the  big  boss,  hence,  there  was  consciousness  his  manners  of  introducing  himself  would  reduce  eventual  realization  upon  that  point.  He  wasn't  inside  the  position  of  an  boss  having  an  superior  above  him.  He  was  the  main  boss.  He  was  the  superior  who  ran  everything.

Amusement  inscreased  further  upon  his  features.  He  was  going  to  allow  himself  a  few  words  of  truth.  From  his  mouth,  it  was  more  terrifying  than  Lelouch.  ❝  Mortal  perspective  even  had  shameful  fault  of  considering  my  Underworld  as  Hell  itself.  Though,  a  place  indeed  exists  that  may  resemble  this  place,  Tartarus.  ❞  Where  he  was  going  to  make  sure  the  kid  didn't  go  before  he  decided  to  backstab  him,  because  it  was  impossible  to  change  his  mind  that  no,  Tartarus  wasn't  a  place  to  visit  !  Playfulness  temporary  took  somber  nature  when  consideration  of  an  narrowminded  view  was  commented  upon  that  subject,  before  another  uncontrollable  giggle  illuminated  his  features.  ❝  Eternal  torments  imposed  on  a  soul  can  take  many  forms.  A  localized  place  for  eternal  torment  is  a  comfort,  a  knowledge  that  perhaps  the  soul  would  be  spared  such  cruelties.  However,  these  can  be  present  in  different  ways,  such  as  an  inexplicable  pain  in  the  body,  or  memories  that  keep  coming  back.  Isn't  a  state  of  perpetual  damnation  of  the  soul  something  that  may  seem  even  more  horrible  ?  ❞  Temptations  to  talk  about  witches  had  come  to  his  mind,  however  it  was  necessary  to  avoid  that  the  kid  showed  up  at  these Shinigami,  therefore,  an  ocean  look  made  it  known  that  he  had  already  met  one  of  these  beings.  Lelouch  vi  Britannia  was  an  example  of  this  damnation,  even  if  he  played  the  illusionist  on  his  honest  feelings  on  the  matter.  There  was  another  amusement  betraying  his  expression  towards  rightful  question.  Experience,  he  wanted  immedietly  answering.  He  was  most  informed  about  how  an  Shinigami  wouldn't  been  able  to  simply  contenting  himself  of  knoweldge  as  coming  of  a  book,  without  feeling  frustrated  to  experencing  the  real  thing,  and  actually  visiting  that  landscape  that  couldn't  be  touched.  Accidentally,  why  he  would  also  ensure  the  kid  never  heard  the  name  Featherine  Augustus  Aurora,  when  gratefully,  even  Lady  Bernkastel  wanted  to  mockingly  enjoy  that  ignorance.  Nevertheless,  he  sensed  for  once  flattered  to  considering  that  move  merely  arrogance.  Oh,  he  didn't  received  yet  anything  that  could  be  treated  as  haughtiness  !  ❝  Did  you  really  ?  ❞  He  asked  at  the  second,  in  which  amused  gaze  was  tempted  to  bring  him  an  empty  Fragment.  ❝  You  have  touched  through  someone  as  noble  as  you  something  else,  I  understand,  but  have  you  really  touched  physicality  of  the  discovery  that  you  have  made  ?  Would  you  be  able  to  describe  it  to  me ?  Would  you  be  able  to  tell  me  your  opinion  ?  ❞  Fortunately  in  some  way,  this  kid  was  going  to  create  a  connection  between  these  realms,  so  that  an  incidental  knowledge  of  Purgatory  would  end  up  in  their  hands  was  something  to  be  expected.  An  uncontrollable  grin  reached  his  features.  ❝  I  don't  blame  eagerness  of  your  soul,  it's  understandable.  Knoweldge  cannot  remain  only  untouchable,  and  something  as  idealizing  as  such  possibility  must  be  something  that  need  to  be  touched  directly.  If  you  touched  it,  as  you  arrogantly  said,  then  show  me  a little  proof  ~  ❞

[forcenexus]

starter for @lightcreators (Hades)

Myricks was a pagan. Of course, he believed, he just didn't expect for someone to be appearing in his living room so abruptly after lighting a candle on his alter. Blinking a few times, the Druid had realized he instantly drew his gun out on pure reaction and pointed it at the entity. "Who the fuck are you?" Aeron followed a few gods personally, Ares was one, this one didn't feel familiar.

[wickedslip]

@lightcreators / continued from here.

If he were speaking of that Hades, she exchanged words with him recently. Nausicaä was sure that he could instill fear in the hearts of many. Not wanting to provoke the ire of any chthonic entity, she couldn’t help but slightly twist her head in the form of acquiescence, bowing mildly with it. ❛ Any witch would be pleased to have that kind of honorable duty bestowed on them. At least if they belong to that specific pantheon. Have you always been adept to the Greeks? ❜ She lamented, speaking with him casually as she sipped her juice that easily could have come from the bright, viridescent pages of a Swamp Thing comic.

She could almost believe that Hades was there, lurking in the shadows and cackling inwardly. He was probably the world’s best listener and secret keeper. After all, one’s deepest, darkest laments were kept in obscurity.  Hades had always been a deity that she looked up to. Why would anyone want to be around a sunshine man who symbolically steps out on his wife when you could align yourself with someone who was as dark as bittersweet nightshade and ever faithful? Not even that mint plant stood a chance to Persephone’s blooms. Those kinds of relationships she aspired to, and she would have nothing short of that for herself. Lucky for her, the Hades to her Persephone was just as faithful, but by the gods he had the most irritating mouth at times. If others knew of their own dark, twisted back history, only then would they understand her need to strangle him every so often. It was medicine for the psychosis.  

❛ You’ve never gotten to meet one of your fellow associates? You need to have a talk with your employer; this is not remote work, is it? ❜ She grinned, pushing her long tumble of noir-hued locks behind her, which positively gleamed from the overhead lights. ❛ I think all four of us, Hades, too, should play a deck of cards together. After all, Hades makes bank every day, having all those mined jewels in his possession. I know A CAT that could be interested in such baubles. ❜ She grinned, thinking of one of her best friends and how she and Selina were waaaaaay too much alike to even have the kind of friendship that they did.   ❛ I am sure this whole conversation is entertaining enough for El Hefe. ❜

[mistforms]

         ABILITIES  &  SUPER-POWERED  THEMED  PROMPTS 

@lightcreators summoned: " I'm okay - - - it just tires me out"

               HOW   MUCH   CRUELTY   FESTERED   INSIDE   OF   HIM?   HOW   MUCH   KINDNESS   blanketed   his   heart?   Could   he   simply   watch   the   son   of   Hades   bring   himself   closer   to   his   father’s   realm?   After   all,   he   was   there   on   that   day,   right?   He   brought   a   second   wave   that   caused   one   or   two   of   his   siblings   to   fall.   So,   why   not   let   the   younger   one   suffocate   in   his   power?   

               ALABASTER   GRITTED   HIS   TEETH,   AN   ARM   WRAPPED   AROUND   NICO’S   MIDDLE,   and   then   shifted   one   of   the   boy's   arms   around   his   own   shoulders.   A   small   grunt,   and   he   helped   Nico   to   his   feet.   Alabaster   kept   himself   hunched   forward   so   as   to   not   make   it   uncomfortable   for   the   son   of   Hades   with   their   height   difference,   “   Been   there   before…   ”   because   sometimes   the   son   of   magic   pushed   his   body   to   close   calls.   

               IT   SEEMED   THAT   THE   SON   OF   HECATE   DIDN’T   HAVE   THAT   much   cruelty   in   the   end.   It   should   have   been   more   clear   with   his   travels,   but   it   was   the   first   in   a   while   that   he   ran   into   such   a   familiar   face   such   as   Nico’s.   

                  HE   MOVED   THEM   A   FEW   FEET   AWAY   FROM   WHERE   THEY   had   just   been,   and   gingerly   lowered   Nico   to   the   ground   to   rest,   “   Take   a   minute,   or   two,   or   even   three.   ”   Alabaster   sat   across   from   him,   his   back   rested   against   a   cool   stone.   His   green   eyes   observed   him   almost   timidly.   He   was   the   son   of   one   of   the   big   three,   a   powerful   demigod,   but   did   that   matter   if   he   didn’t   take   care   of   himself   physically?  “ So…. ” Alabaster felt awkward now, “ What happened here? What were you doing? ” Not that it was really his business.

[moonshinemuses]

@lightcreators sent: ❛ i've been thinking about us a lot lately. ❜ ( hades @ persephone )

Persephone was playing with the flowers in her garden. The small area that was for just her & Hades. Even if their children can come to this area, they tend to avoid it for their parents privacy. So when she heard him behind, Persephone wasn't scared by his voice or anything coming this way. "Have you now?" She asked, moving to stand up and turning toward him. Finally being home, being in her safe area, "What about us, my love?" She asked.

[essentiamortis]

@lightcreators liked for a small starter but is getting this long plotted out thing.

hecate told her - forbade her even - from attempting to do a summoning spell this early in her training. elizabeth was still learning latin - one tiny mistake could have devastating consequences. it matters not what is she trying to summon - she must do so without relying so heavily upon her powers as the daughter of hades. it's a challenge she'd set for herself. her father told her many times of how exhausting it can be to use shadow travel, to summon shadows or spirits as they feed off the energy. they are the connection between the living and the dead - when they summon a soul or shadow; they can and will ground itself to the children of hades. it's why she was often exhausted upon the surface and why she often fell sick.

she's set on incanting this summoning spell. she'd practiced the lines of latin repeatedly until she had it memorized. elizabeth gathered her supplies - bowl, feather, belladonna, poppy seed oil, deep purple candle before heading out to the clearing within persephone's garden. she had dug a hole earlier - the dirt still underneath her fingernails. once the candle wick is burning and oils have been mixed - the fourteen-year-old slices her palm with a steel dagger, allowing the blood to drip into the bowl as she lowers it into the hole.

eyes close as she clears her mind, focusing on her intentions. elizabeth dips the feather into the mixture, gently waving it over the burning flame, eyes closing as she recites, "i vocat ad umbras de ultra excitare prodire et accipe manum meam." her hand stretches out over the hole.

one moment pass then two and three. at four seconds - she senses their presences then an icy hand to grab her by her throat. her eyes snap open only to be met by pure darkness, growling at her. claws digging into her neck cause her to scream - a scream loud enough to rattle the newly awoken shadow. the claws dug deeper into her neck before the creature throws her into a nearby tree. her skin feels hot and clammy, vision hazy - she briefly sees thanatos before her father's voice cut through her haze. it was getting harder to breathe and she was beginning to nod off. blood soaked the ends of her hair, her clothes and dripped onto the surrounding area. a clear trail of blood is visible upon the surrounding flowers and trees to the gemstones of persephone's garden.

she only manages to mumble a few syllables of 'daddy' before her vision blacks out and she slumps over into the dirt.

[deathssubstitute]

@lightcreators || One-Liners ( For Hades )

"Look I wish I could help you, but honestly my sense of direction isn't exactly the greatest."

[helreginn]

@lightcreators forgot their Helskór!

"Hey. Hey!" Hel frowned deeply as she slipped, lithe and languide between Hades and her drink tray. It was likely he could still see it clean over her head but that was not enough to distract from the glowering stare as she bent back to obscure his view, "You're getting too familiar there. You may take any book from my library but you must ask before you drink a drop of my booze."

[sacredpyre]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃?

palm.

you give and give. you are a gentle heart, broken but still standing... always lending a hand for those who need it, expecting nothing in return. you deserve someone taking your hand and kissing your open palm, the hands which have selflessly helped so many others.

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