Please don't take this seriously. I have just had it for like two years, with only a little done, and I wanted to get it down before I lost the original. I doubt I will ever finish it. And the chapters are going to be pretty short & liable to change.
So anyway, All of the Gods that ever were ever exist, though I will not be getting into all them, and they come and go as the amount of belief and faith in them rises or falls. They rarely ever simply stop existing, however; they simply get demoted. Like to High Schoolers, poor miserable bastards.
They can choose who they want to be birthed, their names, and histories they want, and then they live their life. By the time they are 15, they have probably all somehow migrated to the same place, and before they reach 21 they're dead. Don't feel to bad for them, however, it's the name of the game they choose to play, and usually their fault.
Hades, is the main character and protagonist in my story, merely because I like bad boys, and he doesn't seem like as much of a dick as he could be. I guess all the death keeps him sober. His name is still Hades in this one life, though it is pronounced to rhyme like 'shades'. He's probably OOC, but I kind of like him this way, both formal and ditzy, and he doesn't seem to think anything is wrong with it. He's a pretty reliable narrator, unless he zoned off missed something.
Hermes might figure in maybe slash because I like it.
Does this need a Disclaimer? It's not really owned by anybody. Would bible stories need one?
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cum grano salis
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Call me Hades.
I have had many names during my existence, most of them set to suit the time period. Hades was the first, nonetheless, and as such, it holds a special place in my 'heart'. It is, in fact, the one I use at present, even if I pronounce it differently.
Names are important.
As a God of Death, more than anything else, it was my job to know all names of all living things. People simply were the most important at the time because they lie, even in death. Or perhaps, especially in death.
I am, however, no longer a major god, so knowing the names of everything and everyone is just rather creepy trivia. To entertain myself, I like to make up epithets for people I know. I find that, while not always mature or endearing, they are quite apropos in relevance to their character. I have taken to never speaking them anymore; they tend to have a habit of sticking. I am not entirely sure as to why.
Still, even though I am no longer as high in power as I once was, I am still a god, or higher power, or whatever euphemism is used. I do know all names, and can pull off a little necromancy if I so felt the need. I often find myself in cemeteries, and enjoy visiting hospitals.
I try to be pleasant to the dying, whether they are aware of their fate or not.
These are old abilities, old habits that I take comfort in. It makes me feel ill at ease to think that I am developing new ones. I do not like to think that I am changing too much, but then, those of us who have ruled over death have always been different from the rest; more connected to certain aspects of…actuality than others.
I like to speak to the current 'death gods' in power, but I also speak to the current 'superpower'. This all encompassing 'God' that people like to argue about now is a rather good conversationalist when she is not being too grandfatherly. It's so evasive that I might as well be talking to myself, but he has never been to forthcoming with information. But we still talk. She is a very good debater and wonderfully benevolent even without an actual stable form. Its 'angels', on the other hand, are not half so interesting.
Except for the other guy.
But we only meet up when I feel like going out on the town. Not too often. While he knows how to have a good time, one will invariably end up piss drunk, and hangovers are always worse when one has been drinking with the devil.
Also, the underworld, or 'hell' as they call it now, has really lost much of its ambience.
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with a grain of salt
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