Goddess Of The Underworld. Novels & Stories

The Temples of Persephone were dedicated to her alone in Athens, Corinth, Megara, and Sparta. But amongst all the gifts, Hades gave her the most valuable one. She gave her the power to rule her kingdom as her own. Thus, Persephone, the goddess whose very name means "she who weakens the darkness" was pronounced wife of Hades, the Iron Queen. As the formidable, venerable majestic queen of the souls, she shall carry into effect the curses upon the dead or guide them through the Underworld to a more enjoyable afterlife. Along with Hades, Persephone shall hold an ancient role as Queen of the Dead and Goddess of springtime, vegetation, and maidenhood.

The underworld was a place every astral creature never wished to be. Cruel was an understatement. It was a bleak world filled with unending screams and it was ruled by Hades, the god of the underworld and the ruler of the dead. Cerberus, the hound of hades snarled at the mistress as she approached the entrance of the underworld. The entrance was a portal, hidden deeply in the desert of no return, a place no one ever ventured. Cerberus growled warningly, its blood red eyes filled with venom, its terrifying huge body crouched down dangerously, each head glaring at the black witch in hate. It roared angrily as she walked closer to the gates of the underworld.

She gave him a raised eyebrow. “I’m a hybrid you know.” She told him. “I have more than one form.” Though she wasn’t as big nor as impressive as her brothers, but she was a goddess of the underworld. She could control death. She could bring death up and let the dead walk if she wanted to. So what she lacked in size she made up for in power.

Around thirty dark animals like swift horses, pregnant sows were offered to Gods of underworld. The passionate lady performing all the rituals was so involved as if she could bring underworld for her deities Erebus and Hecate. Her black cloak with oversized hoodie was covering ample amount of the face, hiding her beautiful, yet dangerous features. The way her hand didn't shake a bit while chopping heads of innocent animals spoke volumes about her cruelty. She was sure that Erebus would be enjoying the darkness offered to him but Hecate, Goddess of witchcraft, magic, evil was yet to be pleased. Without removing her eyes from the platform of death where heads were chopped, she ordered her twel

"You start with the I am your queen crap and you will be getting a talking to." "Hubert Hades, my little subordinate." Hela chuckled before she disappeared and gave control back to Kari. Well Shit, it was the God of the Underworld. "I am sorry Luna Princess, that you have been gifted such a cocky wolf. She is my counterpart, the Goddess of the Underworld." My eyes widened in shock, I hadn't put that one together. "She dozen't agree." Kari said and the man laughed. As Kari was being introduced to other members of the council, King Triton got my attention.

She sat up. “Okay. . I have seen those souls and creatures with my own eyes and I do not have anyway to deny it. This is the underworld. That old, wrinkly man is Charon. And you are Hades, the god of hell. But--” she threw her arms in the air, palms up. “I am not Persephone, that just cannot be. I am Angelique. I have been Angelique the moment I was born. I am a mortal. I do not have any power. This is just impossible.”

The slight graze of contact allows dark magic to flood my spirit, balancing out the light. My feet plant firmly to the ground and I raise my arms above my head, letting the magic amplify my command. “Selene, Gracious Goddess of the Moon, Mother of all werewolves, Mother of the Menae, I call on you. Hecate, Merciful Goddess of Witchcraft, Mother of all witches, wizards, and warlocks, I call on you. Hades, Powerful God of the Dead, King of the Underworld, I call on you. Persephone, Prosperous Goddess of Spring and Nature, Queen of the Underworld, I call on you.”

His tone was soft as if coaxing a kid throwing a tantrum. "Our Lord Hades is the greek god of the Underworld, commonly called in the human tongue as hell, but it is not as scary as people makes it seem. After a person's death their soul reaches the Underworld and they are judged for their deeds and sent to the afterlife they are worthy of. I understand this might be very confusing for you-" "I know of greek myths." My voice was raised but not from rage but frustration. "How long have you been following me to be so thorough, did you really go through my search results?

Ryan looks at his friend and continues reading. - Underneath the hell created by the human God, there is a place called Tartarus. The original underworld, where the great God Hades resides. It is to Tartarus that all evil creatures, born under the sky where the Moon Goddess reigns, go. Unlike hell, Tartarus has a door, through which Hades leaves and creatures that dare to risk can enter. - The door that the title talks about is to the underworld. – Lucifron says with his head down.

Samanvay glanced at his friend and right-hand man John McCain who didn't speak but kept his sharp eyes on Niam and the guard he brought with him. "Ah!" Samanvay snapped his finger in the air as pretended to remember the bullet points of the story. "Your daughter belonged to the darkness. She is now the Queen of the Underworld, Niam after all, now she is married to the God of the Underworld." Samanvay pulled his brows together and shook his head a little. "Oh Yes! I am Hades and She is Persephone. And we are the God and Goddess of The Underworld," he mocked Niam before laughing hard at his own joke. "See Your daughter has not only gained the title of My Queen b