Underworld

fifteen: what is birthed from fire blooms in fire

Hey guys! How is everyone? Did the week treat you well? I'm mentally preparing myself for Black Friday as I will be working twelve hours 🥲 I will be crying myself to sleep that night but hey, I'll still get the bag.

Anyways before we dive in I do have some announcements to make. Chapter fifteen (this very one you are reading) marks the ending of part one (the Fall of Light) and brings us to part two. I can't believe we're over halfway into Underworld this is insane!

Lastly, my heart has been set on producing another book of mythology for a long while. I'm not saying I'm giving up on Underworld, as this is book one. I have ginormous plans for Hades and Persephone. But I do want to see how far my potential can bring me with other classic myths.

You might of noticed the hintage I did quite some time ago in a past chapter of Underworld, as I did explicitly say how much Athena detests spiders. A clear nod towards the myth of Athena and Arachne. Or how we overviewed Galinthias and even the birth of Hercules. There are Easter eggs everywhere. Those were intentional.

Until We Fall will be a collection full of standalone Greek myths in my own signature, even few stories being one shots created from me, personally. They are all set in the world of Underworld, but doesn't have to be read if chosen. I don't have an update schedule for it because most of my focus will be on Underworld, but do not fret, I will keep you all posted as we go along. What myths do you guys want to see me tackle?

Enjoy!

xoxo Autumn

THE DEATHS AMONGST humanity had progressed horrifically in the two weeks that followed, Hades noticing the clear pattern of cause and effect quickly through each and every Judgement. This wasn't groundbreaking news, as Hades had noticed the number of occupants cramping the limited space in the Underworld since a month past, but it was still the discovery of how these numbers continued to uprise that set a chill to his bones.

The cold. The confirmed murderer of so many lives lost in vain, as the controller had to be his cruel sister. It was something the God of the Underworld realized when tossing and turning in bed the other night, looking upon his beautiful sleeping wife's face and understanding then that this was just Demeter's response to losing someone she so passionately wanted to control. But it didn't make sense. And there could never be an excuse for her shallow manipulation.

Even when Hades fell to rock bottom, the Underworld was still very much alive. Pain didn't disrupt him from work because he understood that all that he had left was this magical kingdom he had at the end of the day, and if he wasn't functioning, then the Underworld would crumble and the structure amongst him and his sibilings on the world would die. It would be utter chaos, and while this was something that had been avoided for eons, Demeter didn't realize the sheer carnage she was letting thrive.

There was those selfish pieces of him, the selfish pieces that Hades couldn't let go of, where Hades worried himself sick that once Hades brought this knowledge to Persephone's attention, she would leave him. Leave him in his cold lonesome, in the Underworld, without her own signature of sunshine and glowering flowers, and his world would never be the same again. It was a conversation he wished so terribly to avoid, but of course it had to be Thanatos that would eventually bring this issue into the air.

"You have to call a board meeting, Hades." The hushed whispers of the Death God filled the chilling air of Hades's office deep into the night, their tones hushed so any suspecting wanderers outside the door wouldn't hear a peep.