Persephone: Leonidas' Domina

HADES' BONUS CHAPTER

Because my best friend asked.

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It was no rumour that when gods were annoyed beyond reasonable doubt that they eventually change into their divine form.

Usually, each god had it's own form though the one form that had been seen at its highest stage was Zeus when he was tricked into showing his highest stage to his woman and struck her to death.

However, no god had ever had to change into their form because mortals were not worthy enough to see and the divine form would not scare any other god.

But there was one god whose form no one wanted to see.

Hades' form.

The gods usually glowed in a bright light, blinding enough for mortals, and yet, the night that Persephone Aetos had died, Hades had not glowed like the sun.

No.

Hades brought death.

The gates of the underwood had been locked for centuries, guarded by his pet, Cerberus to make sure none left, but tonight was a night for mourning and Hades let them out.

They crawled from the depths of the Earth, their moans and groans terrifying the people of Renatus who had been unfortunate enough to be outside that night.

As they came, their pale skin and drooling mouth ached for human flesh and they ate whoever they found, the screams and cries of people echoing through the night, 'Ard almiead being the only vicinity none of them dared cross into.

Hades appeared amidst the chaos, the souls parting ways for their Master as he looked around them, except that he did not look the same anymore.

His white short hair was now longer, stopping at his waist while he had two black horns protruding from his forehead, his nails now sharpened into claws and a whip like tail that moved around like a serpent with his pitchfork in his hand.

The aura pouring out of him freezing any mortal that had managed to avoid the hungry souls to a stop.

Not that he cared.

Tonight, his powers were ranging into a power befitting his immortal status.

The gods survived on the fact that humans believed in them, their powers dwindling enormously if they were not believed in anymore.

Hades did not need them to believe.

They feared him.

From making cartoons on him that made him seem like an evil, spiteful being to calling him Satan or Lucifer.

Unlike the gods who were forgotten until centuries ago, Hades had never died from their thoughts. Many had made cults in his name, others feared him, not that it mattered what form they took.

All that mattered was that he had never been forgotten and he would never be.

Years ago, before he took over the Underworld, he glowed just like they all did, until he spent years below and the evil and darkness of what mortals could do corrupted his form into what it was.

Not that he complained.

He was irrevocably glad that he had nothing similar with the fools any longer.

Hades had also stayed long enough to watch Leonidas pour the ashes of his goddaughter, only leaving when he felt her soul move to the Underworld to be judged.