Underworld Deities Greek Novels & Stories

After all, a millennia happens very scarce and some of us are not very lucky to attend the next gathering. This years millennia is very special to the vampires because it is also the year where we pay tribute to the Godesss Persephone, the goddess of the underworld. Contrary to popular belief that it was Hades who run the underworld--it was not true--Hades was her slave and he had no freedom whatsoever and everything that happens in the underworld, directly affects us. We are the decendants of Persephone.Why else would we have this festivity in her name?

Four Great Seraphs~" - Irina synthesized what Heaven was and their Angels. Then Ravel stood up from the chair she was sitting on, and by the surprise of Rias, she explained about the Underworld. "The Underworld is roughly the same size as the Human world, but with a much larger landmass, as there are no oceans and just lakes. It was once ruled by the '72 Pillars' of the Judeo/Christian religion but after the Great War, over half of them became extinct. Right now it's ruled by the 'Four Great Satans' titled 'Lucifer, Leviathan, Beelzebub, and Asmodeus'. Because after the Great War the original ones died, new candidates were chosen to possess those titles and rule the Underworld." - Ravel fini

He continued. “The deity was responsible for all the beings. But with more and more supernatural livings coming into existence, it became difficult for her to cater to all their needs. Hence, she created three other deities naming The Maiden, The Mother, And the Crone responsible for handling the realms of Heavens, Earth, and Underworld.” I wasn’t able to keep silent and questioned, “To which realm, we werewolves belong?” These days, I included myself in the clan of werewolves. So, this we were not a new word from my mouth while mentioning the werewolves.

After I die, I save Hades' pet. To thank me, he plans to bring me back to life. However, I refuse with a smile. He is stunned for a moment, then asks in confusion, "So many people want to live, so why do you refuse instead?" I give him a bitter smile. "Maybe it's because being alive is a fate worse than death." He doesn't believe it, and his tone turns unfriendly. "Don't think I don't know that your parents are famously known for loving their daughter. They even make the news because of how much they love you." I crouch there without speaking. It's indeed true that they've made the news for loving their daughter, but that is all an act. The truth is, the only one they've ever really lo

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

Little girl, heavens have shown its mercy on you.. do you dare to accept it?? " a heavenly voice in mind asked her... "I will."the girl mumbled in the verge of death. "You will find people to protect. Your destiny is big..but the path you have to walk on is full of stones and brambles.. otherwise losing everything is easy enough... and you should remember ...Every time you love the wrong person you will have to bear the consequences..just like now.."

What if it had sensed her? Another memory flickered painfully through her mind before she could stop it. Lealla standing inside celestial halls while ancient elders whispered about forgotten things sleeping beneath the earth. Creatures older than kingdoms. Older than wolves. Beings once sealed away during celestial wars because even immortals feared what happened if they awakened fully. Freya physically tensed. Eros noticed instantly. “What did you remember?” She looked toward him slowly. “Lealla knew something existed beneath the mountains.” Dylan’s face darkened immediately.

by most. The territories that have an underworld are represented by their above ground rulers, however Death is considered by most to be an underworld ruler, with the former leader of Heaven having been the true ruler of the human realms. As certain events unfolded, Death and Lucifer became co-rulers of the human realms and Satan is now seen as the underworld ruler. This has lead many underworld deities to view Death almost like a hero.

It was filled with salty waters, that tales forsay that they are the tears of ghosts that are tormented by their fear— while other tales conclude that they are the tears of sinners that died praying in an abyss of despair. The water was mumbling something in ancient Greek. Although Wendell did not grasp what it was saying, his hands met each other and quickly— he closed his eyes and silently said his prayer. The Underworld was indeed a chilly and shadowy place. Sorrowful screams of the dead simply lurked around. Some were reaching for the depths of Wendell's ears and added the horror aura. His figure was momentarily boiling soon as they walked past black doors with crabbed greeny letters glo

Around thirty dark animals like swift horses, pregnant sows were offered to Gods of underworld. The passionate lady performing all the rituals was so involved as if she could bring underworld for her deities Erebus and Hecate. Her black cloak with oversized hoodie was covering ample amount of the face, hiding her beautiful, yet dangerous features. The way her hand didn't shake a bit while chopping heads of innocent animals spoke volumes about her cruelty. She was sure that Erebus would be enjoying the darkness offered to him but Hecate, Goddess of witchcraft, magic, evil was yet to be pleased. Without removing her eyes from the platform of death where heads were chopped, she ordered her twel