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Hades & Persephone

Hades & Persephone.

Persephone was gathering flowers with the Oceanids along with Artemis and Athena—the Homeric Hymn says—in a field when Hades came to abduct her, bursting through a cleft in the earth. Demeter, when she found her daughter had disappeared, searched for her all over the earth with torches. In most versions she forbids the earth to produce, or she neglects the earth and in the depth of her despair she causes nothing to grow. Helios, the sun, who sees everything, eventually told Demeter what had happened and at length she discovered the place of her abode. Finally, Zeus, pressed by the cries of the hungry people and by the other deities who also heard their anguish, forced Hades to return Persephone. Hades indeed complied with the request, but first he tricked her, giving her some pomegranate seeds to eat. Persephone was released by Hermes, who had been sent to retrieve her, but because she had tasted food in the underworld, she was obliged to spend a third of each year (the winter months) there, and the remaining part of the year with the gods above.

but even that hardest of hearts unhardened suddenly when he saw her there: persephone in her mother’s garden, sun on her shoulders, wind in her hair, the smell of flowers she held in her hand and the pollen that fell from her fingertips. and suddenly, hades was only a man with a taste of nectar upon his lips

To live your life in darkness is no easy task. Evil may be just a point of view - one you may not ascribe to yourself - but a black heart or a ruthless mind is hardly quieted. While you don't regret what you've done, at least not outwardly, you do wonder if there isn't something more. Grey morality has discolored your world.

That is, until you see them.

They are beautiful, pure, good: everything that you are not. You should be annoyed or at least ambivalent to their presence; after all, they serve you no purpose, promise you no gain. But oddly enough, you are drawn to them, and not even in hopes to destroy or corrupt. No, you want to have them, to keep them with you. What to do with this newfound feeling?

Act on it, of course. You've never let anything stop you before. What you don't realize (or perhaps do, you just don't exactly care) is that the object of your...affection may not be too keen on being taken what they see as prisoner. Yet you only have their best interests at heart! Still, you do care for them, in your own fashion, more than almost anyone else, so surely a deal can be struck...

You just couldn't bear to lose them.

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( hades )

There were legends. Be careful little one they said or the sith will come to carry you away. Clarice had never believed them, not really. The sith were like the Jedi, after all - too big for their back water moon, too caught up in fighting for the galaxy with the First Order and the Republic, the sith didn’t care about what happened here. Until they did care. Until the First Order ships landed, and the storm troopers marched everyone in the village together, and lined them up. That’s when He came. He strode up, and though she couldn’t see any eyes behind his mask, she shivered.
That one. She has the force. I sense it.
And Clarice, like the warnings in a legend, was dragged away.
She didn’t know how long the ship was in hyperspace for, or even where they were going, but she didn’t dare to try and sleep on the small cot in the room that she was thrown into. Instead, she paces, muttering to herself, until the door opens and He is there.
“Is there an official reason for this kidnaping? Or am I just going to disappear forever?”

[ooc: Changing it to where Rey agrees to stay with Kylo Ren in that infamous throne room scene, only on the condition the Resistance is left alone for X amount of days and such. Rey trying to adjust as the new ~~Queen of Hell~~ consort of the Supreme Leader?]

( ooc: persephone.

my pref rundown to avoid tl;dr. )

Edited 2018-11-19 15:18 (UTC)

[ Unwitting Hades. His dad's the Devil, after all. ]

[Persephone.]

[An Eldritch variant of Hades who genuinely thinks he has the object of his obsession's best interests at heart.]

[ Persephone. ]

*Persephone.*

[Persephone, and I'd love to play it as straight as possible; I have a demi-god AU for him that'd work well for this, though his purview isn't vegetation as such, admittedly.]

[Either persephone or Hades. ]

[ Either role is A+. ]

ooc | persephone.

(Either role)

[Definitely Persephone. Hannibal would be LOVED.]

Landing in London had been as much accidental as anything. A handful of belongings to her name, she'd managed the first transformation. Pandora steps into the city and loses herself among the many others doing just the same.

The park becomes a haven, and with the city getting an unusual burst of warm sunshine, she retreats there. It's not a very big place, tucked away in an older part of town, shaded by trees far older than most of the businesses she's mapped out. The neat rows of hedge and flower are comforting, but there's a corner where the shady trees and gnarled roots provide unintended protection to long-stemmed wild flowers. That's where she holds up, just a tiny thing among daisies and poppies that have gotten away from the gardner. Her floral dress is washed out, the flowers on it faint from age, but her nimble hands are forming a flower crown with ease.

It's relaxing work, the sort of thing she has vaguely fond memories of doing before, in a garden with a few more rose bushes. But she is not so fixed on her task to ignore when a shadow passes over her. Or a chill travels up her spine. It's automatic to raise her head and find the source.

Gods walk among man. Hidden in plain sight. Some recluses, others still meddling in the affairs of mortals. There was only so long that the queen could keep her reign without something looking suspicious. Thankfully that issue wasn't his to be concerned about. He followed wars and sent out his unseen reapers to take in the dying. Not every death required his personal attention, there were too many humans for Hermes and himself to retrieve.

Now, the underworld was a dark, isolated place, and since it was Death’s job to judge the souls of all the dead, there was so much work to be done and he hardly ever was able to see his family up above. The other gods had grown to fear him, and the mortals hardly dared to utter his name. He was was a just god, but he grew lonely and cold as he carried out his duties over the centuries. Today there was another knifing. Another vehicle run up onto the kerb. Another bomb. Another splash of acid. Humans were foolish and their anger only harmed others. Considered asking Apollo to bring about a plague just to thin the herd. Hands jammed deep in the pockets of his coat that did nothing to warm him, pondering the proliferation of men, Death let his feet guide him, uncaring of the destination, just as long as it wasn't below to where work awaited him.

Heard the humming first and paused in the shaft of sunlight. The summer's sun did nothing to warm him either; nothing could. Except, why did he feel a trickle of something he hadn't felt since boyhood? A flicker of flame, a fleeting touch to his cold cheek. Dull green eyes swept the landscape to find the glimmer of brightness. Found it in the shade of a brown nut tree and observed the beautiful sunlit soul. Something shifted, but before he could begin to melt, Death turned away and vanished into the deep.

Days passed and weeks turned to months. He watched the girl above. Watched her plait daisies and sing her songs. Watched as blossoms turned to fruit to be eaten out of hand.

One day, when he could stand it no longer, he searched for her father, to ask for the maid's hand.

London isn't easy living, but Pandora finds her way. Learns the rhythms and patterns of the city. Luckily the weather warms, and when she's not running packages for Ruby, she's in the quiet garden she found.

Sometimes, she's not even alone. There's other girls her age - passing companions in this constantly changing city. Sometimes, she teaches them how to make the crowns, sometimes they figure out new ways, and sometimes, they just take their meals of odds and ends there to eat in the shade of the old tree.

Far away, her father is the king of his little kingdom and spited by how well her mother had kept her hidden. Necromancers were, by their nature, a bit more driven by the fear of death than the average person. Necromancy thumbed its nose at the gods who reigned over the last stages, hubris in action, and none personified that pride more than Richard Moore. There was nothing a man of that occupation could fear more than encountering a god of death.

Moore, regal even in this negotiation, would bargain away nearly anything to keep life in his body. His favorite, the pinnacle of his accomplishments? Done.

Under the cloudless sky, Pandora slides the wreath on, poppies on her crown and lilies faded on her dress.

Had thought that he was going to have to actually bargain. To let an evil continue to be evil in a place where that kind of thing seemed to be rewarded and admired? if it was removed then another would only rise in its place. Granting additional time was not a hardship.

Having gained the consent and agreement of the father, and the mother having already gone to his realm, the remaining caretaker for the girl, who was no relation, was observed. It would have been the right and proper thing to approach the woman, but he had a distinct impression that she would not agree. As he had the blessing of the one parent, why did he think he required further permission? He did not.

One day when the girl was alone in her garden, the playful nymphs elsewhere, the ground suddenly split open. Out sprung a huge chariot as dark as the night being pulled by coal-black horses who breathed out green smoke with each breath. He leaned over the side and scooped the lass up, and before she could even scream, plunged back into the earth drawing the lawn back over the hole like a blanket.

At first, the earth was chill and the walls closed in. His cloak wrapped around the shivering creature, keeping her close, as if one arm was not enough to do that very thing and keep her from falling and dashing to pieces on the stones. He slapped the reins on the backs of the beasts and they ran even faster into the darkness.

It's funny how, when the ground starts shaking, the instinct is to get to your feet. Lower would be safer in many cases. The great tremble gave way to a great split, as she stumbled to right herself. The chariot is more of an impression at first, moving too quickly for her to really grasp what was happening. She clings to her abductor automatically, trying to right herself.

Horrified, she watches the greenery fade in the distance, the earth closing it. She can't even cry, the speed of the chariot robbing her of that. Her small hands cling to him as she looks up at his profile in the failing light. The wheel bounces over the rocks and she squeaks, burying her face against his side as she holds tight. Her eyes squeeze shut. Rather like a roller coaster, she'd prefer not to look until it was over.

[Hades.]

[ Pretty much the Hades here. She's even serious and dour too. ]

[Quite probably Persephone. Although we could probably come up with a way for her to be Hades, too. M/F save for castmates.]

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