Hades Greek God Art の小説・ストーリー

I tell him. We had made our plan, and we would see it through. I knew this plan was going to be dangerous, and I knew that we could easily end up dead. I knew that Asmoday was friends with three humans that had wanted to be turned into werebears by Athena. Yeah, all those gods had created many creatures over the last 2000 years. Both Athena and Aphrodite had created were creatures. Part human, part beast. The human was able to shift into an animal. They had created all sorts of humans that could shift into wolves, bears, numerous species of big cats, foxes, and many other animals. Athena also created dragons. Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades had begun a competition to see who could create t

If only it was too easy to concentrate on her work and stop remembering things. Finally the son of a god had found out that he also needed a goddess to feel himself completed. The Son of Hades was finally a God. He had found his queen, his master mind, his last piece, his soul mate, and his goddess. And he was going to put her under his rules, of course, not before she put him under hers.

He painted a beautiful grin that was far too angelic for what everyone imagined him to be—an infernal apprentice of the God of the Underworld. Even after losing his divine attributes, Hades was able to restore certain important people from his previous life, one of whom is Thanatos. Despite the fact that he treated him as a friend, Thanatos remains grateful to Hades' family, particularly his mother Rheis, for saving him from the slumps.

Master made sure I was well versed in literature, poetry, music, arts and dance. Master kept me indoors until I was thirteen years old, before he began hosting concerts and big dinner parties where he charged royals and demanded gold coins and expensive jewellery for them to catch a glimpse of me. I was not allowed to converse with any person and to be honest, I do not believe that I can because when I enter a place, everyone hushes and mumbles my name of Aphrodite. That is the name my master has given me, Aphrodite. One of my teacher's told me about Aphrodite and how she was the Greek Goddess of love and beauty. My teacher went on to tell me, I got the name Aphrodite because my beauty surpa

What kind of being was that golden-armored man sitting on the throne in the void? He could master such horrifying dark power. Combined with the environment of this battle and what the God of War of Mysterious Frost and the others had said, it was very likely that this man was the legendary Hades True Immortal. This was the first time that Ding Hao had seen the image of Hades True Immortal so clearly. It was different from the image of the ferocious and fierce peerless Demon King in his imagination. Instead, the True Immortal had some unparalleled momentum like that of the War God.

Looking at their faces back and forth, her frown got even deeper when she could sense their aura the same of the Aryan king. "Who are you people?" she dared to ask in hoarse voice. "Am I still in Agartha?" The gorgeous guy who had his pointy fangs showed when he spoke, "I'm Hades, god of the underworld." "I'm Athena, god of war." she seconded the man. Daeira's frame became rigid while her eyes widened. Somehow her question a moment to them was answered. She wasn't in Agartha but in hell's doom.

The air became thick, unbreathable grim, making her uneasy. Hades wears an over-the-knee long one-shoulder black tunic with leather sandals. His straight black hair shines under Persephone quarter's fake sun, and his step wilts the grass that ignites soon after. He undresses, displaying his bare muscled body and hanging accessories without a single drop of shame before dipping in the hot spring. His corporal temperature brings the water to a boil as he relaxes, spreading his arms along the rocky edge. A slight tap has Persephone drop her dress and join him, sitting on his lap.

He felt restless and uneasy, and he didn't know what to do. ***** THE UNDERWORLD Ares, the god of war, strode confidently through the dark and foreboding halls of the underworld. He had come to seek an alliance with Hades, the god of the dead, in order to overthrow Zeus and take his place as ruler of the gods. He knew the only person he could turn to was Hades. And he needed some insiders, which was some of the gods. He already had Apollo thinking deep and he knew he wouldn't be able to reject his offer. He needed Artemis by his side as well but since she was tough nut to crack, he would meet the most important person first — Hades.

"I know why Jack called me Helen of Troy. Men fought wars over her extraordinary beauty after she was kidnapped. She's a troublemaker. Like me. Why did you call me Persephone instead?" I ventured, my curiosity getting the better of me, as I looked for more reasons to believe I mattered to him. "In Greek mythology, Hades is the God of the underworld. Persephone is —" "His wife," I said, blushing furiously as the obvious dawned on me.

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v