Romans & histoires Hades Sketch

Not that Hades would have spared him had he showed any bravado, but at least, he would have admired his spunk as he killed him. Hades stood tall in his primal form, his body a mix of wolf and man, his claws long and his canines sharp. He was grotesque, and powerful and the brown fur covering his body trembled in lust. He wanted to kill this pathetic being and be done with it... but it would be boring, so boring.

"You were only employed two days ago and you've already begun snooping around?" "I got lost." "Huh. You got lost and found your way here, then you decided that you could get some information to your flash drive?" "That's not my drive. I was only looking through the paintings on the wall and I panicked when I heard you come in." "Huh." He licks the inside of his cheeks. "You know something Kota? I hope you don't mind me calling you Kota." "I don't mind at all." He nods. "Lying is an art in the underworld. Your life depends on how well you're able to sell a lie. And you, my dear beautiful puppy, are the worst liar I've ever met."

Each beat, causing a blinking effect that took the camera view off for a while and back on. The birds accumulated as they fell, filling in and creating the living figure of death and darkness, The Great Hades. He appeared in a figure unknown to all whose eyes had fallen yet to fall on him. Clean, possessing new facial figures. A full free fall black hair signifying his ego darkness. No single spec of colour was seen around him, pale as a vampire, engulfed in a black cape that covered him all around. The storm that fell right towards them retreated as Hades looked up at them. Thus a smirk appeared on his face as his ego rose with intention that he had won.

Those whose crimes warrant a sentence to eternal punishment were sent to the darkest regions of Erebus or down the pit of Tartarus. There stood a great palace made of black rock and crystal, the abode of a tall slender goddess Hades. Her majestic black robe and puissant look made those around her cower in fear. Mortals were afraid to even mention her name. Very few knew her as Áïda. Perhaps for fear of pronouncing it, they started calling her Hades.

“Can you at least try to be tolerable for a short moment in respect of this gathering?” Hades didn’t speak, he simply shifted. His human form looked like any businessman you would see walking down the street. He’s got pale skin, and he’s tall with short sandy blonde hair, styled nicely. A black suit with a red tie. All he’s missing is a brief case to complete the look. His red eyes scan the room no doubt sizing up everyone here. Hades is not known for his authenticity. I wouldn’t put it past him to try to cause some type of trouble during the time that he is here. Zeus spoke, and the room fell back into meeting mode.

Hades didn’t speak, he simply shifted. His human form looked like any businessman you would see walking down the street. He’s got pale skin, and he’s tall with short sandy blonde hair, styled nicely. A black suit with a red tie. All he’s missing is a brief case to complete the look. His red eyes scan the room no doubt sizing up everyone here. Hades is not known for his authenticity. I wouldn’t put it past him to try to cause some type of trouble during the time that he is here. Zeus spoke, and the room fell back into meeting mode.

“Don’t take it off. He honestly really disgusting to look at when he’s in his natural form.” Jace listened and kept his eyes hidden. Hades changed into a grotesque appearance. Two wooden horns appeared from his skull, he grew two times in size, his once plump form turned thin and boney, his fingers became claw like, and his jaw was that of a skeleton. His eyeballs looked odd being the only organ in his body. Andi rolled her eyes. “Mind telling me why you’re here and not down there?” She pointed to the ground. “I come here when I want. You would know that if you looked at my future.”

She spun in a half circle and slung his screaming body into the bubbling crevice. “I’ll kill you myself,” Hades yelled as he got to his feet, his knees still raw but healing faster than most immortals. He began to charge her. Her advance was the seductive walk of a woman, made haunting by the fact that she was nothing more than a skeleton covered in flames. She brought one skeletal palm up, closed her fist, and jerked it down. I watched in disbelief as Hades was sucked into the ground up to his waist, the earth turning to stone around him.

I whispered with a smile and Crocell seemed to catch on as he mouthed it back before I was laid down on the flat surface of the wooden platform with warm pillows and a thick, thick white covers. “Are you ready?” Hades asked and I nodded before Azazel motioned me to close my eyes as he will paint me with the intricate designs that the Source will send through him. I felt the gliding of the cool paintbrush over my skin, leaving wet trails as I was stripped naked, only the thin cloth that Hades draped over my body. Nudity never once bothered me but somehow… it made me uncomfortable.

—JASMINE Hades doesn't look his best, a rare sight to behold. Despite being impeccably dressed in a billion-dollar gray suit that perfectly complements his tanned skin and dark hair, he is carrying an air of fatigue. His beautiful eyes, normally bright and piercing, appear tired and sunken, with dark circles etched beneath them. His smile, usually a dazzling display of charm and confidence, now looks forced and unconvincing, a faint, weary curve of his lips that doesn't quite reach his eyes.