Percabeth In Tartarus Novels & Stories

My half smile went around the room, my tattered robes willed into that of my battle attire. Lightening held in my fist, I nodded to the rest. It was time to end this once and for all. …. The twelve were the only ones allowed to descend into Tartarus, Persephone taking Demeter’s place. Michael and Gabriel were reluctant but could stand outside of the pit. Parisa stayed in the confines of the palace, with Blaze and Cerberus by her side. Hades had willed his tortured demons away, knowing many could not stomach their horrible appearance. The stink alone was making me choke on my spit.

Jessica stuttered. Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “Who do you even fucking think Persephone is?” Jessica’s eyes widened at the codename of the informant who had given her the information on the Phantom XIII of Hati. “Persephone is the name of the companion of the Goddess of Witchcraft, Hekate, in Greek mythology.” Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “That’s right. I am Persephone. You really should have done your research properly. I allowed you to get that information on purpose.”

I replied. Hugo leaned forward from his seat and continued the tale saying, "She wasn't trapped, little miss. She chose to stay there. You see, the dimension where all the entities were bound is called Tartarus. It is the deepest section of the underworld which harboured all the darkness and evil of the world; some birthed by Tartarus itself, some children of dark primordial beings such as Khaos, Nyx, and Erebos. Among these children are the triad of death namely Moros, daemon of doom; Ker, bringer of violent death; and Thanatos, spirit of gentle passing. Their presence combined gave birth to a condition of aspiration and desire to live; hence, the existence of Elpis, spirit of hope. Elpis s

Tristan, Randall, Zen and others said, ready to take down the wave of twenty hounds before the cyclops, guarding the Palace where Katastrofi was sitting relaxed. “Me and Freya will take down those guards.” Persephone said, ready to take down those two spartas alongside Freya. “Are you sure you two can handle those creatures?” Sir Zuka asked, not expecting Persephone could do this as she was not a good fighter back then. But, smirking, Persephone glanced at Sir Zuka, telling him who she is now, “I am the Army General of Aziel and she is the Army General of Aziel of Gaimore, the Winter Witch, Freya Morgue.”

I asked Morpheus, clinging to his hand. “Tartarus” came the answer. “WHAT?” I felt the blood drain from my face. Tartarus was a prison! A place where immortals were sent to be tortured! What the hell were we doing there? “Nyx and Hemera, my aunt, live at the gates of Tartarus and only exit to bring night or day to the Earth, the Underworld and the Heavens.” Morpheus informed me. “I thought Tartarus was a part of the Underworld.”

' again from Cleon and a nod from her godfather before she turned to the male and said, "If you did not make such an entrance into my room, you would not have died." Achilles Eliades, son of Gerasimus Eliades was the typical Ares Familiar type. Tall, muscular, tanned skin with brown hair and bright eyes. A man that spoke brawn over brains. "I got the cake made, I deserved to see it through." "You don't deserve anything." Persephone replied, "And please, by the gods, tell me you have brought me another brood of vipers as a birthday present." "You should show more respect to my children."

"Well you know , I know Hades has a dog too...well unlike you he has three heads and three tails and you know what, his fur is similar to yours but it has brownish red patterns." He tilted his head nodding as if he understood. Maybe he did. "I saw him in my dream. His name is Cerberus and I want to meet him. Actually we both can meet him and then you both can be friends." His eyes had a proud gleam. "Do you want yo know about me?" He stood up waging his tail and barking in enthusiasm. I laughed...ok then. "Well my name is Persephone. And I am King Hades' mate." I spoke shyly, my fingers drawing patterns on the blue carpet.

“It’s fate. There’s no stopping it.” I glance up at her. “Do you think I’ll be near Hades in Tartarus? It’d be nice to have a friend.” Persephone offers a gentle smile. “I hope so. It would ease his loneliness. That’s the worst part of Tartarus. Not the heat, not the darkness. The isolation.” “Hundreds of years?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. She shrugs. “When you’ve lived as long as Hades and I have, you spend some time there. Sometimes just out of boredom. He’s died several times. It’ll take him a while to come back this time.”

It was just one night that I submitted to her seduction. Oh my God, that pussy was so sweet, as a fucking nectar, I just couldn't resist. And now what? I am cursed to be a beast for eternity. People are dying because I was too weak to resist dipping my bloody wick in the illegitimate daughter of Noosha and Arcanus. Arcanus is more or less harmless. He is a warlock king from the Thessalian tribe of Lapiths in Larissa.

Her essence flowed within his blood. And just like how he would not hesitate to burn down into ashes in her love... He wouldn't hesitate to burn anyone who touches her... Leaving no blood, no bones behind... But only Ashes. Ashes to mixed with the dirt. . His fondness was different from others. His love was hidden in his chest. His thirst was drowning in his mind. His desire was leashed with his soul that all needed HIS PERSEPHONE. . He was The HADES. .