Dipped in the dark, murky depths of Tartarus, lost souls wandered aimlessly under the mortal realm in search of redemption, in search of Elysium, in an endless and tortuous search for life. Eternally persecuted by hellish creatures, these lost souls were obliged to accept their fate, "living" in torment even during death.
It's strange to call such souls "living" when they have died. Mortals had always thought they laid in a confined coffin, set to slowly but surely rot and mold inside, slowly decaying, they're souls in the body, dead and gone as well. Course, there were the religious people- those who believed in Hell and Heaven. But they were not truly incorrect, as such ideas and thoughts cannot be taken from anything-for they are too grand to come from some brain- they had to based off of something, yes? Obviously, Heaven comes from Olympus and the less pleasing, Hell, originates from the dark lord's realm.
Sitting on the throne of this cruel and sinister world stood, the guardian of such souls and spirits of those who were there. Ruling over the beings of Hades with impetuosity and clarity of mind, the God of the Underworld, Hades, watched over everything and everyone, over the dead or living. Mortals never uttered his name for it brought them fear and it was assumed to be a sign of a bad omen. Having inherited the dominion of the Underworld after the Great War against the Titans, it was Hades' burden to control this world and its beings from the shadows, and his vigilant eyes, lurked under his helmet and under the constant fire that kept on burning against his face, never deviated his attention from his responsibility or from the creatures from his domain, creatures that should be treated as his own children.
On this day, however, something more substantial than his duty as the Lord of the Dead made him feel uneasy and his fingers slid shakily over the six ears of his dog Cerberus, his three heads resting on the leg of his keeper and master. It was rare for Cerberus, being the Underworld's keeper, to leave his post, allowing the entrance - but not the exit, as those were sealed by Thanatos himself - of the deceased and destroying any mortal who dared to approach the Underworld. Today, however, even the fierce and monstrous dog felt uneasy and, sensing the discomfort of his beloved owner, decided to stay next to him as a sign of affection and companionship. Hades acknowledged this and thanked him, stroking his head affectionately, apprehending the dog was his sole true friend, and now both deepened in diffuse and gloomy thoughts.
His wife, Persephone, had been acting so peculiar ... And now her sudden absence worried the God of the Underworld. When he brought her to his reign, many millenniums ago, he managed to get her attention. Primarily, she had truly loved him and she had been the one to calm his desires, his sorrows, his deep hatred. Existing in the Underworld forever alone was something that even the Lord of this world could not endure and have Persephone, his niece, and wife, by his side, made of him a fearless and happy God. He made her the Queen of the Underworld and together, for a long time, both reigned over the dead. They had no children, but they did not need these - The souls of Hades were their children just as all the dark creatures that lived amongst these. He felt happy... And she had loved him.
And then everything was gone. The determination, the affection, the love. Hades could not understand what he had done wrong, he could not understand why his beautiful Queen had begun to despise him and leave him alone again. Now that she had disappeared and Helios could not find her for he was also missing, a suffocating feeling was growing on his chest and even the hellish creatures of Tartarus seemed restless. Never, at any time, had the Kingdom of Hades met such silence, such stillness. The subordinates and underlings of Cerberus, small dogs responsible for tormenting souls, were lying on the ground, alert to any noise, but still motionless. The harpies were hidden in their nests, barely moving. The souls who lived in torment were no longer moaning or screaming, preferring to remain hidden in the shadows. All of the Underworld seemed to be sensing the arrival of something unpleasant and Hades, more than anyone, felt madness taking over him. This agony seemed to last an eternity until, unexpectedly, Cerberus began barking violently and, his three heads moving menacingly, multiple pairs of teeth cracking its three mouths open, he stood up on his hind legs and sniffed the air, staring at the entrance of the Underworld. Something, however, made Hades remain calm, something that warned him about the arrival of someone known to him. When Hermes, the messenger of the gods and the only one who could walk in and out of the Underworld, entered his throne room, he knew something was wrong.
Recognizing the man, Cerberus immediately stopped barking. As if also sensing a bad feeling, the dog ran back to his owner and licked his hand, trying to comfort him in vain. The commonly playful messenger knelt before the God of the Underworld, showing his respect for the Lord of Hell, the sovereignty and also his uncle, but Hades did not give enough attention to this act; His eyes had fallen over something more important.
Behind Hermes, Zeus and brother to Hades approached solemnly, his eyes fixed over his older brother, with Poseidon, God of the Seas and younger brother to Hades, by his side. Hades, in turn, had his eyes fixed not on his brothers, but on a silhouette wrapped in a long white cloth, protected on the arms of the God of the Seas. An unusual silence filled the air and Hades, trembling, let himself wait, an agony worse than anything he had experienced taking over him.
"I am sorry, my brother," Zeus said, approaching as he realized Hades found himself unable to move. Cerberus whimpered softly, pulling away slowly, while Zeus kept on walking. Time itself seemed to stop and Hermes, benevolent, returned to the entrance of the Underworld, leaving the three brothers alone.
Now face to face, Zeus' gaze seemed to pierce through the very soul of the Lord, destroying him from within. Hades tried to speak but the words refused to leave his lips. Slowly, Poseidon approached his siblings and, kneeling down, carefully laid the body before Hades. He, still incapable of moving, felt his shaking legs trying to overthrow him and an incredibly strong pressure blurred his vision. For a few seconds, the three of them went silent, Poseidon's hand now on the shoulders of his beloved brother, until Zeus spoke.
"We all knew this would come to happen sooner or later. I hope you do not blame Kratos, god of power and strength, for his act. You must understand that, without him, Olympus and life itself would be no more"
Hades said nothing. His eyes were still fallen over the silhouette at his feet, the white cloth involving a fragile and beautiful body of a graceful woman. He had no forces to speak, to move or to breath and the last thing he heard were Poseidon's words.
"Be strong, my brother," he said and both, the God of the Seas and the God of the Gods, departed, Hermes waiting for them at the exit of the Underworld. For a few seconds, Hades just stared down at his beloved, not believing in what had happened, but soon enough his legs gave way and he fell on his knees, his arms, cut and torn, carrying the body in his arms with a gentleness and love never seen before in any part of Olympus. She had once loved him ... And even if she did not love him anymore, he still loved her. He loved her more than his own existence. He would love her until life left his body. His queen. His reason for living. Persephone...
The terrifying Cerberus growled against the breath of life and its three heads moved towards the heavens, its mouths open in a thunderous and terrifying howl. Smaller dogs responded to the call and immediately joined the howl of the guard of the Underworld, a maniac instinct unexpectedly taking over the animals. The harpies immediately left their nests and advanced against everything and everyone and the lost souls, once quiet and calm, screamed like they had never done before, screams of pain, of despair, of pure fury. The Underworld had never faced such chaos throughout its existence and now this whole kingdom cried for its dead Queen. Creatures of the shadows left their posts immediately, creeping out of their hiding places and all creatures of all species watched over, from afar, the Lord of the Underworld, his head propped on his beloved. The fire that covered his face no longer burned vividly, his vivacity had been taken by the chaos in his heart and all his servants realized, horrified, that this had been the only time they had ever seen their Lord and Master cry.
Explanation: Okay...so how did Persephone die…? Well, you see, Persephone was stripped of her powers and immortality for trying to raise Kronos. All the years of her life went down on her (Like Cassandra Clare style, yes) and she died falling out of the Olympus. Course I didn't put that in because that would ruin the mood...and I was fairly lazy. This was a little secret project that I have been working on….SECRET. No one knew...hehe. Through this entire one-shot, I was listening to Hamilton...it was what inspired all of this of course. I cannot stress the fact that people haven't listened to Hamilton yet. Anyways...I hope you've enjoyed, and although this is in the Percy Jackson category….it's more so greek mythology I guess. This was not beta'd at all.