Hades To Persephone Poem Novels & Stories

“There is no way that you could—” Thanatos sighed. “Yes, I am. Even though we have moved on from our previous lives, the memories we have of those lives are as fresh as if they were just yesterday, Hades. The Tribunal was far too severe to let us repay by continuing to hold onto those memories right up until the present day.” Hades chuckled at the most stupid assumption. “But there is no way that she could be her.” he even said. “I am not drawing any conclusions, Hades. The way you were when you first saw Persephone was identical to the way you were when you first saw her. It was also the same gesture you made when you stripped her of her innocence. So could it be that you and Rebecca–”

"One day, when Persephone the young goddess was gathering flowers by the stream, Hades the brother of Zeus and god of the underworld abducts her. Zeus and Demeter kept asking for her. Reluctant to release her, he forces Persephone to eat a pomegranate seed, the food of the dead" the other female voice continued. "We always believe she would come back but we didn't know who she would come back as. We only knew she was going to come back as someone we least expect" my said guardian continued. "And is that where my powers come from?" I asked

FACT: Persephone, AKA Kora, was the daughter of Zeus, and was taken by Hades and brought to the underworld. FACT: Persephone was the Goddess of vegetation. TWISTED/BENT FACT: The ‘War of the Gods’ is not a real painting, but the 10-year long battle was. FACT: Pirithous, AKA Perry, and his friend Theseus attempted to kidnap Persephone but Hades trapped them, Hercules saved Theseus but Pirithous “Perry” remained trapped in the underworld. Photo of the krater mentioned can be found online on Wikipedia. FACT: Hermes is depicted with either shoes with wings or staff with wings so he can travel between realms.

The more they talked, the less I could comprehend what was happening. “If he remembered what happened, do you think he would sign the contract?” Persephone asked. Hades didn’t speak, which gave me the chance. “What are you two talking about?” Persephone turned toward me with a gentle smile on her face. She patted Hades on the face a few times before dropping her hand and pulling away from him. This time, Hades didn’t stop her, and he seemed defeated. Evidently, Hades’s weakness was his wife.

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

Her glorious hair swept the ground as she sobbed, begging for the goddess's favor. "By your fruitful right hand, by the harvest ceremonies, by the silent mysteries of your baskets and winged steeds of your Dracones, by Proserpina's descent to a lightless marriage, and by your daughter's return to enliven the earth, I beg you, please lend aid to this soul of your Psyche, who deserve your pity," the maiden said in a tear-coated voice. "Please, allow me to lurk hidden here among these heaps of your grain, if only for a few days, until the great goddess's raging fury softens with the passage of time, or at least till my strength returns."

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.

A woman leaned close to them, smiling softly as she smoothed my son’s hair. The boy was Eren, the child I had nearly given up half my life force to bring into the world. The woman was not me. I was Persephone, goddess of spring, queen of the Underworld, and Hades’s wife under every sacred law. Not long after, Nympha posted her own update on the social feed. In the illustration, my mother’s pomegranate brooch lay beside a small charm of laurel and asphodel, clumsily woven by a child’s hands. Beneath it, she wrote:

Hades said, "But she- She already has her life in line for them, and I just hate it. I detest it." Leonidas understood that, he hated them all the while he was there whenever they blamed her for anything too. "And yet," His voice became soft. "I am glad." Leonidas looked up at him. "Persephone struggled with herself. She always hated her existence, hated living," Hades replied "Her being able to do this for them, makes her happy. Makes her feel better, and no matter how many times I hurt, the fact that she is happy means more to me."

"You are the kindest thing That ever happened to me, Even if that isn't How our tale is told. When everyone else told me I was Destined to be a forgotten nymph That nurtured flowers and turned Meadows gold, You saw that the ichor that resides in me Demanded its own throne. You showed me how a love like ours Can turn even the darkest, coldest realm Into the happiest of HOME." Persephone to Hades .. .. **Unknown Person's POV:**