In a modern world where ancient gods walk among mortals, the balance of power is disrupted when Zeus, the king of the olymyan gods, commits a heinous act: the rape and murder of Persephone, the beloved wife of Hades and queen of the underworld.
Consumed by grief and rage, Hades, ruler of the underworld, embarks on a quest for vengeance against his brother Zeus. Leaving the confines of the underworld, Hades seeks allies among the gods, rallying them to his cause in a bid to overthrow Zeus and restore justice.
As Hades traverses the mortal realm, he encounters allies and adversaries alike. Athena, goddess of wisdom, joins his cause, appalled by Zeus's actions and eager to see justice served. However, not all gods are swayed by Hades's call to arms. Some remain loyal to Zeus, while others harbor their own agendas, complicating Hades's mission.
Amidst the turmoil, mortals become unwitting pawns in the gods' power struggle. As alliances shift and betrayals unfold, Hades must navigate treacherous waters to confront Zeus and avenge the death of Persephone. But in a world where gods play by their own rules, the outcome of Hades's quest remains uncertain, and the fate of both mortals and immortals hangs in the balance.
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.