Romans & histoires Hades God Of Death

It made people want to kneel down and worship him. He frowned and asked, “Do you know me?” Philip smiled and said, “I do. We’ve crossed paths with each other several times. I’m here in Sendona especially for you and the Evil God.” Those words startled Hades. Then, he realized something and said with a laugh, “Are you Philip Clarke?” “That’s right,” Philip replied. With that said, Andrew, the God of Death who was shrouded in a wide black robe and held a scythe in his hand, looked sideways and stared at Philip.

I think Hades may be more feared in Olympus than I am, and I’m the one prophesied to destroy it. Hades should be more feared. Hades is the living embodiment of death. A Hades is the ferryman to whatever lies beyond life. It’s only natural to fear death. Death is inevitable, and all of us shall greet Hades someday. My prophesized destruction is only that, a prophesy. There is no guarantee that the prophecy will happen so that a glimmer of hope of salvation still exists.

“Hades had been in love with Celeste, a relationship believed should have lasted all eternity; that was until Celeste met her mate, and forgot all about Hades, who grew angry and resentful. With the help of dark witches created the vampires to be the enemy of the then Lycans and has lured many to the dark side. Hades, however, did not plan for evolution and for the species to work together create what we now know as the underworld. His plan is to destroy life as we know it, eradicate the vampires, the witches and warlocks, the fairies, the shapeshifters, and enslave the humans. A new order would take place, and the works as we know it would cease to exist, and everything will be covered in d

He looked at Kaze with utmost respect. Dan wanted to call on Jackal and the others to sort Hades out for Kaze. However, Kaze single handedly took care of everything. It all made sense when he remembered who Kaze was. Kaze was the God of War. Hades’ security officers were not worthy opponents. The miserable cries of the security officers echoed through the casino. The rest, including Hades, were spooked beyond words. Kaze threw away the knife and glanced at Hades. “Get your ass here.”

"Are you certain you want to trade your most precious gift for the Underworld's protection?" A chilling, low voice echoed through the temple. Hades materialized from the shadows. He was the King of the Dead, radiating a biting cold that felt entirely out of place in the Temple of Light I’d served for two years. "I'm sure," I said, a little shocked he had answered in person. But I quickly took a deep breath and steadied my voice. "As long as I can leave this place, I'll give up everything."

“Are you out of your mind?” “Think about it. Together, we'll rule the supernatural order.” “You’re delusional if you think I’ll do anything for you, you murderer.” “I’m asking nicely, little brat. Don't make me show you what happens when I'm denied.” “You may try. Zeus will never let you near me. He will kill you.” He clicked his tongue dismissively. “That hybrid abomination doesn't know what I’m capable of. I might as well send him to your father.”

He promptly turned, only to find himself starting into Caleb's eyes. Eyes that left him scared shitless! "Caleb… Crawford!!!" The patriarch's gnashing teeth barely breathed the feared name. Soon, the world before his eyes was infinite darkness, as his head fell from his body! World Burial Sword, First Style—Death Snap! At Caleb's call, the patriarch's headless body had reached him, and he reached out, grabbing it and throwing it into the Coffin of the Gods. "I've prepared a coffin for y'all—how's that for sincerity?"

Without even seeing him, I already knew who came for a visit. My gaze shifted around until it landed on my new throne chair. Seated comfortably on it was someone I had never seen before in person, but I was sure it was him. Hades - the God of the Underworld. I bowed my head slightly before looking him in the eyes. Father had told me before that only the kings and the powerful were able to look into Hades’ eyes without a light blinding them. So I tried. And I was able to do so. Pride rose in my chest. I could look him in the eyes — I was worthy of the throne.