Greek Mythology Hades Weapon นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Their silver armour emitted a faint glow of their own and with it the light reflecting off the polished surfaces mades it hard to see past just bright orbs atop beautiful stallions. "They are descendants of Pegasus, the divine horse." Hades is bound to inform as I drool over the winged beauties. "He is Poseidon' son isn't he?" I ask trusting my memory of how Pegasus was the offspring of the Olympian god Poseidon and Medusa, the scary lady having live snakes for hair. I shudder and almost don't notice Hades nod in approval.

He snarled back, and the veins started to pop out. “Funny. I don’t understand youngsters. One time, you wield your sword towards your parents, and another time, you are best friends with each other. So complicated.” Perseus’s chin frowned. It was indeed quite complicated to a certain extent. It didn’t mean Hades had a right to mock him. “A bronze shield from Athena and winged sandals, magic wallet - which you probably carry around, I don’t know - and the lost invisible cap from the Hyperborean maidens.” Hades listed the items he had received.

Hades began to think, numerous werewolves all came with missing lungs, Witches their hearts, magicians their heads and now Sirens their eyes. What is this… Oh, no! This cannot be. The ancient weapon the “killer of the gods” A weapon that would separate a divinity from their vessel. The weapon was a legend eyes weapon and the only one's that knew about it was the sovereigns, and they have all kept it a secret never to reveal it. Someone was betraying them. Why would a god connive with dark magicians, the abomination, and opposite of what the gods stand for? He must inform his family, but then one of them is the traitor.

“A good question. My mother and Aunt Yannylla taught me a prayer to shield the item and trick the bond that links it to its owner.” We entered the sacred rooms one by one, breath held. Each chamber was a shrine—Zeus’s lightning bolt gleamed with golden menace; Hermes’s sandals shimmered with residual speed; even the dark elf’s crown radiated cold death and unending life. And then we reached the room veiled in shadow, where the air weighed heavier. Hades. His presence clung to every surface, his childhood memories in small trinkets, war relics, coins from the River Styx, weapons that had slain gods and demons alike.

He used some contacts, this man in question would be interested in trading some objects that were in a museum in Greece, that's when Tsuki traveled to the country on business, asking to borrow said objects. He invaded a Lovecraft museum that was on display objects and relics from ancient Greece that he had in his stock and arsenal, a weapon of Zeus that killed his father Cronos, it was a very different scythe, which in addition to everything, in his research, it took away the powers and immortality of the gods, it was on his list to confiscate, he needed it to keep her away from other villains in his cave.

Here goes nothing. I exhaled slowly, then released the arrow. It emits an eagle cry igniting into a blue flame that pierces the collar, cooling it down. Clap. Clap. Clap. Hades applauds. "You think a low-life creation like you can break a God's tool?" He self-glorifies. "Yeah, I do," I smirk, noticing the cracks forming from the point of incision to the edges of the necklace before shattering to pieces. "I will kill you myself." Hades throws a fireball in my direction. Omar extends his wing, blocking it, followed by a mean long growl directed at Hades, who did not waste any time and conjured a pair of chains intending to tame Omar again.

Queen Lilith ordering her two slave demons to pour a glass of blood for her guest. “ Well my queen Elena is a powerful fairy and a special one indeed. We have an angel blade that can destroy any light supernatural with just a single cut, we also have a giant dragon which we kept inside the arena and finally a book which contains very strong magic spells. Am sure with what we have we can be unstoppable!” Hades said, taking a sip of blood. Zagreus could only just mop because he didn't start up with his dad. Though he tried to say something which was pleasurable to Leuvis's ear.

That day Hades came back home before his usual time. Though he wasn't exactly in terms with me wanting to fight. He believed he wouldn't let any inconvenience slide that far. Though I trusted him, I didn't want to come off as a weak baggage with no knowledge at self defense. Besides, I could help Hades in times of danger that way. I glanced at his collection of probably every variety of knives and picked up a claw-like one. "If you're thinking of fighting a supernatural with that, then you're already dead," Hades spoke from behind. He had put on a pair of black sweatpants with a gray shirt so tight it put his magnificent muscles on a close exhibition.

Those present look at the Goddess with wide-open eyes. - What? What is this astonishment for? I am a very ancient goddess, and I am also a woman with her needs. Furthermore, Hades, contrary to the image people may have of him, is very attractive and handsome… as long as he is in his real appearance. He's a shapeshifter. He does not reveal his true form to anyone. He is one of the old gods, with many tricks and great power. The only one who can play with death. He has Superhuman strength. He can defeat anyone that could be turned against him. He has the power of Necromancy, which means he can communicate, evoke, and control the souls of the dead. He has the power of invulnerability, that is,

Her essence flowed within his blood. And just like how he would not hesitate to burn down into ashes in her love... He wouldn't hesitate to burn anyone who touches her... Leaving no blood, no bones behind... But only Ashes. Ashes to mixed with the dirt. . His fondness was different from others. His love was hidden in his chest. His thirst was drowning in his mind. His desire was leashed with his soul that all needed HIS PERSEPHONE. . He was The HADES. .