

Queen of the Damned p3For the first time in who knew how many long, soaring decades, the morning council of the Gods proceeded with every single one of its chairs filled. As was routine, the greater gods and goddesses wandered aimlessly into the Olympian meeting hall at their own leisure, chatting among themselves as they gradually took their time finding their proper seats. It was just like any other morning; Apollo was still radiant, Hera still in a bad-temper, Zeus still flippant, Bacchus still drunk, Aphrodite still gorgeous, etcetera and so forth on down the line. Their routine not hindered in the slightest until the point when he swept through their door. &nQueen of the Damned p3


Half in Love...Part IIUnaware of her mother’s agony, Persephone walked the shadowy halls of Hades and was daily more mystified by the strange half-bitter, half-wistful attitude of the dark king who held her captive. Since the day when she had first awoken in the pits of hell, neither of them had spoken to the other willingly or easily. She had then beheld shapes of inconceivable horror bending over her that they might bear her away into everlasting torment, but Pluton had appeared in answer to her cry of despair, awful in the sudden revelation of hidden light and majesty. No matter what she did, the maiden could not forget that wondrous sight and the knowledgeHalf in Love...Part II


Persephone's Box- IIIt is three months since Persephones child was born, dead, but this place is not the cold, barren lands of Hades and Persephone. There is sunlight. Less cold, but more cruel, maybe, for in these golden woods, so many things hunt. Eros fits his bow with a single arrow. It would take a craftsman years to prepare, but even if he found it after he shot it, he wouldnt bother to pick it up. It is made of gold, dipped in a black venom that casts its shadow across our world. He pulls back the bow, which is only as long as his bare, shining, well-sculpted forearm. For a moment, it looks like perfect, humPersephone's Box- II


Persephone: Chapter IV Zeus lit a fire in the palm of his hand and watched as the flames licked his skin, warming him up and counteracting the cold of Hades who stood before him. He then released that warmth throughout Olympus and its inhabitants felt instant comfort return to them; Hermes sighed contentedly. "I do not mean to bring the cold," Hades' guttural tone echoed in Zeus' throne room. Zeus found this amusing and started laughing loudly declaring, "I know, you just naturally are cold my brother." He laughed even harder. Hades failed to see any sePersephone: Chapter IV
--
BUY SOME CHIBI ANIME PINS AND STICKERS @ [link]
COMMISSION STATUS: CLOSED!
--
"Just do it"...or as the Greeks would say: μονον ποιεσον
My love for Bleach grows and ever grows
--
This is my Story.
Previous PageNext Page