Daughter of Hades

Chapter Three

Hades King of the Underworld

To say I have been in a bad mood is an understatement. I am known as one of the most feared Gods of all history and when I get mad the entire earth knows about it. I have been known to collapse cities with my temper. As I rule over the underworld located below the world as the title implies, I can easily bring down my trident and cause an earth quake, though that said it also effects the underworld creating more cracks through the volcanic wasteland. Why should I care, though? My brothers the rulers of sky and water are not forced to rule over a wasteland crawling with screaming souls. I may admit that there was a time when I was not feared, a time when I did in fact have people close enough to call friends, but I learned my lesson quickly. The good guys always finish last. I was respected and loved by many.

Cronos, my father, had been defeated by Zeus, meaning that the sky, water and underworld were no longer ruled by any Gods, and there was exactly three of us. Little did I know that by being respected yet not feared I was allowing my brothers to take a position of power over myself and in giving them power I gave them what they wanted and in return I got what they did not want; the Underworld.

I still had the prophecy running through my head and still had the feeling of loss in my stomach from the loss of a few of my powers. As silly as it may sound I liked the idea of having a child an heir if you will, though I'd never admit it. I wanted something besides a volcanic wasteland and thousands of useless souls. I would never have the ideals a mortal would have of a family, but I did want a relationship with my child. Out of nowhere I began to wonder if they were a boy or a girl, and since I was having emotional thoughts today, apparently, I also wondered there exact age. They must be around the age of seventeen in order to get my powers, but I wanted the exact date for some odd reason.

My mind was taking me into nice guy territory and I couldn't go there again, so I stood abruptly, making Cerberus jump up as well, whether he was spooked by my actions or ready to defend me, I'm not sure. I tap my trident on the ground, lightly and without any of my power willed into it, creating an echo that immediately gets the guards attention. The large doors creak open slowly, even though the guards are rushing in; the sheer weight of the doors is precautionary for my safety.

Two guards rush in front of me, standing straight with their chests puffed out as if that would make me respect them as warriors and in my head I scoff at their naive minds. They weight for my instruction without word or complaint. If I wanted I could leave them there without giving them a command and they would stay for I have trained them to do so, because no one dares to defy me.

"What information has been found?" I demand.

"The spies you have sent to find your child believe the child resides in the human world," One brave or rather foolish guard steps forward to tell me. I've been known to take my anger out on the nearest thing or creature when I get bad news, but this information is not bad, so I have no urge to harm the guard.

"If that is all you may leave," I declare and they shuffle out the door without a backward glance. I know what my next step is, I just dread it. No one wants to talk with their mother in laws/sisters, but talking to your mother in law/sister who you tricked and sentenced their daughter to forever spend four months of a year in the underworld is perhaps the ultimately last conversation you want to have.

You see gods do not follow the same marriage rules as humans do. Many, many years ago it was the custom to marry siblings or relatives in order to strengthen ones bloodlines. Humans used to follow this same pattern until researches figured out the putting the same genes together could cause birth defects. Now gods still ignore these findings as we are physically different. This means that although Demeter is my sister, daughter of Cronos and Rhea, I married her daughter. Which if you think about it, Persephone would be my niece and I her uncle. Like I was saying before we are physically different. Once we hit adulthood we stop aging, which means that all the gods are the same physical age, even though some gods are hundreds of million years older than others. This means that women never get too old to have children, they are always in perfect physical form to bare children. This also means we all appear to be about the same age and in fact age becomes irrelevant. After so long who your uncles or aunts or nieces or nephews doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is the wanting of another person.