#melinoe

[star-likes-fictional-people]

HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS IS SO GOOD

🌗 Into Tartarus // Out of Tartarus 🔥

[wegog]

Me *playing Hades I*: I stand with my cancelled wife (Hades)

Me *playing Hades II*: I stand with my cancelled wife (Melinoë)

[ajcrwl]

i know i promised to share this like three weeks ago, but no social appraisal beats the joy from just seeing this small painting on my desk every day 😊

i made this in the last week of Inktober'24 and absolutely refused to draw anything else afterwards.

a couple of progress shots and a side view:

I also drew this Melinöe, her hand in-the-night-glowing,-shades-compelling:

(Literally, glowing).

More pictures, and my past Supergiant Games fanart (mostly Pyre, also from past Inktobers) on my website:

I think some of it was posted on tumblr? I'm not sure anymore. This is why I'm making my website gallery 😂

[stillsundazed]

WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT HOW HE SAW MEL AND IMMEDIATELY ASSUMED ZAGREUS TRANSITIONED LMAOOOO

[ladyknight33]

Another night found her standing before the stature of the imprisoned warrior. She had her suspicions as to who the god might be, but could not be certain. Melinoë could only hope the god would answer her questions. She studied the marble closely, seeking the slightly too real glimpse of the material under the stone. Unfortunately it hadn’t appeared every time she encountered the statue, but she was learning more. 

The sheathed sword emanated a sparkle of moonlight on metal. A place where the magic was thin. Melinoë touched the pommel and plunged into the darkness. 

Awful screams of an entire army’s battlecry met her ears. The all too familiar clang of metal against metal clarified into solid strikes as she got closer. The god yelled and punched and kicked at an invisible barrier. Gold splashed the ground around him. It was the tears staining his cheeks that made Melinoë pause. She hated catching sight of someone’s most private grief. 

“Uh… hello?” She announced cautiously. Wild red eyes pinned her with an intense urge to kill. “I’m sorry… I had no way of knowing…. Are you… What can I do to help?”

“How should I know?” The white haired god slumped against the blackness behind him. “I can hear you, but I cannot see you. Who are you?”

“Melinoë. Daughter of Lord Hades and Lady Persephone.”

“They… they had a daughter?” Fragile hope emerged in that voice raw from yelling.

“Yes. I am tasked with killing Chronos and freeing my family. And now it seems I must aid Olympus in hopes of finding a way to kill Chronos.”

“Titans cannot be killed. Dismembered and contained, but not killed.” The god tried to wipe away the tears, only to smudge ichor across his face. He scowled. Though he sounded more composed. “Forgive me, my kin. I have no sense of time in this place. I last remember donning my armor to confront Great Lord Chronos’s forces attempting to breach the walls of Olympus. Now I am lost in this nothingness. Again…”

“His armies have breached the walls and have overtaken the grounds outside the Palaces.”

“Then … They are occupied with holding off an overwhelming force. And there is no one left to search for me. If they even considered it. I could have wiped this untrained collection of beasts and undead off this mountain in a day! But if you are anything like your death-dealing brother, so can you.”

“You … You are, aren’t you. Lord Ares?”

“I am. It stands to reason you have met the rest of our family by now. Are they… otherwise doing well?”

“Well, they are occupied with repelling the invasion, but they have been able to spare moments to send me aid. Each night I am either confronting Chronos in the Underworld or trying to help Olympus break the siege. None have mentioned much about you.”

“Nor should I be surprised. Thank you, Lady Melinoë. I cannot give much aid in this state. What I can give is yours. May you strike down the Titans and free our family.”

“And you, Lord Ares? How can I free you?”

“I do not know, my kin. I do not know how I am trapped. I doubt it is as simple as lifting the lid of a pithos. The war still rages and I am not completely senseless, so I am still connected to the world. I hear the battles across the realms, perhaps it is simply to torment me. Perhaps I am linked to the outside world. I couldn’t free myself last time. If there is a way, I trust you will find it.” Ares managed a small smile. Melinoë accepted the boon and suddenly found herself back in the corridor. 

Hades II: The Missing Ares

(Until the full release comes out, the missing gods can be speculated on. Can’t wait to find out what is in store for Ares. Here’s my take. For now.)

Melinoë had passed this marble statue far too many times to count. It always felt odd, as though it was watching everything. She stood before the stone warrior. The detail in his armor was astounding. She could almost see the glint of metal within the white stone. It towered over her, feeling more like a one of the Olympians or the Titans in how she had to look up, barely able to see the helmet much less the face underneath. 

Her fascination with a statue shouldn’t stop her from continuing into the palaces of Olympus. Yet this night, it did. Melinoë began to notice more of the odd details that made this statue different from all the others. Mainly the pedestal seemed to be the very tile under her feet. Nor was the pose artfully striking, simply a warrior who had just donned his helmet. 

Curiosity got the better of her this night. The straps securing the greaves seemed so much like real leather that she had to touch them, just to be sure it was truly cold marble.

Darkness swallowed her. She tumbled without end. Though confusion and terror touched her heart, Melinoë refused to let them dictate her thoughts. She took breaths to find her calm before searching the never ending shadows for … anything. A glint caught her eyes. She willed herself towards it. A man in a simple chiton huddled against an unseen wall. The flash of light came from golden ichor dripping from under thick bronze chains. 

“Hello?” Melinoë called, slowing her approach. The man looked up, revealing dark red eyes under thick locks of matted white hair. There was no recognition of seeing anyone. “Are you alright?”

The man squeezed his eyes shut. “A fool… thinking someone was there.” He buried his face in his arms. “No one is coming for you. No one is even looking after so long…”

“I might not be looking for you, but I have found you. I would like to help.”

Looking up again, the man strained to see where her voice was coming from. He looked right at her and then his eyes slipped away to continue looking. Angrily he snarled, “I do not need voices to make my isolation worse.”

“Isolation? What happened to you?”

“You’re not…. You truly do not know?”

“I do not. I came upon this statue that was different. I touched it and now I’m here.”

“You are not here.” The man relaxed slightly, closing his eyes. “You still stand outside this prison. With a thought, you will leave. But I remain. I hear every sword strike, every explosion. The falling boulders, the sinking ships. But I can do nothing! Imprisoned and useless.” The man tensed and yanked against his chains. Ichor oozed from the old wounds. “Nor could you do anything. Once you leave, you will forget. They all have before. Now no one enters this corridor.”

“Prometheus guards the entrance. I’ve come to help break the siege of Olympus. Perhaps I could help you?” Melinoë had to step back when the dark red eyes turned to her with such hope. Then she was back in the entry chamber. The cold marble under her fingers. Haunting memories of the god, for it had to be since he bleed gold, clung to the recesses of her mind. Who was this god. Melinoë touched another part of the greaves, but felt nothing. Simply smooth stone. Whatever magic had turned a god into a statue now locked her out. 

Finding answers would have to wait for another night. If her task had taught her anything, it was patience and determination. But releasing this god might just turn the tide in this war against Chronos. 

[wolfythewitch]

A little drawing of them. For me. As a treat

[freenos]

I know she has a lot of nightmares but what if Melinoe has a nice dream every now and then ?

[cowinf]

Been playing Hades 2

[ryuuna]

maybe should’ve told her about her missing grandchild earlier whoops

[atanerrum]

may i offer you a zag in these hard zagreus-less times

[mintaii]

so all i've been doing is playing hades 2

[bigolialragu]

hecate

(print)

[mochipong]

Hades 2 I need you

[quibbs]

whatever this is girls keep doing it

[ziriii]

Melinoë in Zagreus' drip 🌙

[wentian]

Zagreus finding his mother in HADES vs Melinoë finding her father in HADES II