Death: The Reaper Queen

Death: The Reaper Queen

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There have been tales of the Afterlife for centuries, millennia, but no one has told the right story. There is no Devil, no Hades, no Anubis, no Pluto, nor Hel. At least, not one like the ones you know of. They all got it wrong. Why? Because if the real story was told, your precious deities and gods would be the villains of the story. And they couldn't have that. No, the deity of the dead must be evil! Oh, how wrong they got it. How would I know? Because I am Death. I am the Reaper Queen. ~| WARNING: DARK THEMES THROUGHOUT! |~
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Persephone has already been kidnapped by Hades, her unwanted and unexpected suitor. Demeter has already cast a famine on all the humans in her grief. Hades struggles to win Persephone over...but perhaps Persephone has always been meant to be with him, and she wasn't an innocent as she was thought she was... Moderate explicit parts. *not finished* "Look, Persephone, you're a reasonable Goddess, more reasonable than most. You have to understand I was not born the Lord of the Underworld. The title was appointed to me because I was the unlucky one. My job is just as important as my brother's jobs. I wasn't selected because of my cruel ways but now because of the way people speak of me and fear me now I am the cruel one whether or not I like it. Do you honesty think it is fair that it should work that way? People take one look at me and assume I'm the devil." Persephone crouches back in her seat. I realize I am standing and seat myself, trying to calm myself. "Do you honestly think that being in charge of the dead and judging them makes me undeserving of love, of a wife? I'm doomed to be exiled down here. I don't even have the sun to keep me warm, Persephone. You're all the sun I have..." *This story is also not meant to be factually accurate, and is simply an interpretation of the story.

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