Novel & Cerita Hades And Persephone Greek Mythology

The meek, quiet woman who had withered in the Temple of Light was gone forever. "You are beautiful, Lyra," Hades said, appearing behind me. His eyes were full of awe. He took my hand and pressed a kiss to my fingertips. "Today, all the realms will witness you become my one and only, to share my throne and my eternity." When Hades and I walked side-by-side into the grand hall, the gods of Olympus were already assembled. Their faces were a mixture of astonishment and a complex, veiled discomfort. After all, just a few months ago, I had been Apollo's betrothed.

As if be wanted to say those words that I've been waiting to hear all these while. “Should I tell you something?" Je asked and I nodded my head slowly. “The queen of the underworld is called Persephone. And even better than that, her mate is Hade’s, the King of the underworld.” His face hovered above my own as he pushed a stray strand behind my eyes. "Maybe the witch didn't need the good king. Maybe she needed her very own Hades to help complete her,” As he spoke he brought his face closer to my own, his lips barely an inch away from mine.

I think the real reason why Hades abandoned Proserpina when she was a kid was because he was afraid that once his wife finds out about his infidelity, she will take revenge on his daughter similar to what Hera did to her husband's many illegitimate children. If it wasn’t obvious enough yes, Righteous Purge happened because of Hera. Proserpina is literally Persephone’s name but in Latin. Hades naming Proserpina after Persephone was a move meant to pacify his wife since he's bringing his kid to their home.

I had a faint idea what I wouldn’t like what I would hear next and true to what I thought, Chad added; “This girl… who is she?” The tingling sensation I felt trailing up my face was enough to let me know that I was blushing fiercely. I had no idea why he was so head bent on knowing who I was. I didn’t even have enough time to ponder over it because Hades turned around then. He took just one glance at me before he shook his head and looked away. “She’s Hailey, a slave I bought earlier today… and the enemy’s daughter.” “But she’s our mate.” Trent added, looking at me.

On Mount Olympus, one law is ironclad: a god must never fall in love with a mortal. But Aresios, heir to the King of the Gods and the God of War himself, bound his very soul to mine. He had defied the gods for me, enduring divine lightning for the chance to take me away. The gods finally relented, on one condition: he had to leave behind a pure-blooded divine heir. I waited three years, only to learn he had fathered a child with Cassia.

I felt the silent comforting presence of Adrian and Morris beside me and knew that they were following me. Even though my destination was the Gate, I kept an eye on everything happening around me. I saw Persephone controlling wines that wrapped around the demons. Hades was next to her with black smoke rolling off him in waves. The God of the Underworld seemed absolutely content while sending the demons to his realm. I saw a giant wave of water sweeping out demons and drowning them. Poseidon had started his charm…

To help her escape the ever-growing pollution of the mortal realm, he sent her to Olympus, where nature reams pure. The story of Persephone and Hades is as old as time, and history seemed to repeat itself when the most recent incarnations came together. The laws wouldn't have changed if it weren’t for their love. I wouldn’t be riding beside Ismene-Eirene as my betrothed and probably wouldn’t even be coming to the Underworld in the first place. If the laws hadn’t changed, I’d have already been forced to wed Daphne by now. Just another reason I want this meeting to go well. I want to ensure that Lord Hades and Lady Persephone see that I am different from Eugenius.

Samael laughs quietly at different distractions. He puts a gentle hand on my shoulder. “Look. Pomegranate sweet wine, fresh from Hades' groves. You must try some. Persephone lost her heart to Hades over it. It wasn't six red seeds she ate as the myths lead one to think: it was six sweet sips of this intoxicating aphrodisiac that convinced her to stay in the underworld. Vintage of Hades is always sweet, not full of wrath like the vines from Up Above.”

His expression remained unreadable, though something flickered in his gaze, something Penelope couldn’t place. “Persephone,” he greeted coolly, his deep voice resonating in the cavernous room like a distant thunderclap. Demeter stepped forward, her smile a serene mask as she inclined her head. “Hades, may I present my daughter, Persephone.” Hades’ eyes briefly moved to Demeter, his gaze sharp and calculating. Then, they returned to Penelope, lingering with unnerving focus. For a moment, his expression didn’t shift, but behind that calm mask, his mind churned. This is not Persephone. As the god of death, he had an innate ability to see souls, and the one before him wasn’t Persephone’s. It was