Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 89 Hades is a bit sick
"My poor little Persephone, are you awake yet?"

"Are you okay? Are you feeling any pain anywhere?"

Under the dim underworld sky, a goddess as beautiful as a flower and with skin as white and flawless as jade opened her eyes.

In this world full of darkness, desolation and death, she is like the only flower in the Gobi Desert.

The black bride of the dead was bending in front of her, and the golden buttons on her collar looked like they would break at any moment.

"Aunt Hades?"

Persephone's mind felt a little dizzy, and she was trying to recall what happened before she fell into a coma.

She remembered that she was picking flowers with the nymphs and saw a beautiful daffodil.

Then the earth suddenly split open, and out of it flew
"Well, it's me."

Hades lifted the veil, revealing a face that was full of tenderness and tolerance, yet seemed to carry forbidden temptation.

The slender and enchanting black eyeliner has a unique beauty, and the extreme contrast between skin and lip color is full of the dual conflict of coldness and temptation.

But the tenderness and doting in her eyes conflict with her cold and beautiful face.

Death is both tempting and cold, yet full of tenderness and all-embracing.

But for some reason, Hades like this made Persephone feel extremely strange.

She always felt that the original Hades didn't seem so enthusiastic.

Hades should be the kind of person who is better at hiding his thoughts and not expressing himself.

"Where are we? What are you going to do?"

Persephone tried to raise her hands, but found she couldn't move even a finger.

There is no doubt that I was kidnapped.

But Persephone didn't understand why Hades suddenly kidnapped her, since they were obviously a family.

"Oh, we are in the underworld."

Hades turned sideways, blocking part of his view.

Under the dark sky of the underworld, countless souls were gathered at their feet.

They dug out rocks emitting a black luster from the depths of the underworld, and used the corpses of many monsters to build the prototype of the palace.

They work endlessly and tirelessly, as if they were trying to build a skyscraper that reaches the sky in the depths of this gloomy hell.

"That is the Pluto's Palace that I am building. It is also where we will live in the future, no, forever in the future."

Hades had a smile on his face, but Persephone saw a twisted sense of pleasure in that smile.

"Little Persephone, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I must be a very bad person, right?"

But after a slightly pleased smile, Hades suddenly apologized again and again.

His face revealed emotions such as sadness, self-blame, and guilt.

Persephone was deeply uneasy at the quick change of his expression.

This Aunt Hades seems to be a little seriously ill.

"Lord Hades, can you please let me go?"

Persephone subconsciously changed to a respectful title, feeling a little uneasy.

In the past, although Hades was rather taciturn, as an elder, he never made Persephone feel afraid.

But now, this aunt of his seems to be a little different.

"You don't need to address me in such a strange way. You can just call me Hades, little Persephone."

The slender fingertips passed over Persephone's body, and the black breath of death penetrated into Hades' body.

Persephone felt relieved, her body free again.

She looked around and the air was filled with the stench of rotting dirt and corpse parts.

The pungent smell of sulfur diluted the stench, but it still smelled quite unpleasant.

This is the underworld, the world of the dead deep within the earth, a world of darkness, pain and death.

Persephone had never been here. Her mother was the goddess of agriculture, symbolizing harvest and growth, and her maids were the three goddesses of time, representing the seasons.

Olympus only represents spring, the season of germination, summer, the season of growth, and autumn, the season of fruition.

She had never seen anything withering, let alone the world of the dead that represented death.

The underworld is like the land where corpses have accumulated, and there is a faint smell of decay in the soil.

But for some reason, Persephone did not feel uncomfortable in the environment of the underworld. Instead, she felt an inexplicable sense of security.

"Don't worry. I fed you pomegranate seeds from the underworld while you were unconscious."

"The environment of the underworld should no longer have a negative impact on you now."

The corner of Hades' mouth curled up in a subtle arc.

It was hard to tell whether her expression showed pride or self-blame; it looked extremely distorted.

"Pomegranate seeds from the underworld?!"

Persephone had heard that food from the world of the dead was not to be eaten, and once eaten one could no longer leave this world.

But then he thought, since he is a god, he should not be bound by this rule.

"Well, I will first use pomegranate seeds to transform your divinity, and then give you the position of Queen of the Underworld."

"No, not just the Queen of the Underworld, I will give you the sovereignty of the entire underworld and all the power." Hades' eyes were burning, but that was not love, but another kind of paranoia.

"If that happens, you and I will never be able to leave this world again, and will be the king of the kingdom of the dead forever."

Hearing this, Persephone subconsciously took a half step back and shook her head repeatedly.

"I don't want it. I want to go back to the Mother Goddess."

"Aunt Hades, you must be joking, right?"

"I'm sorry, I can't accept this kind of thing."

The ethical relationship between them is the most insignificant link.

The fine traditions passed down from the original mother goddess Gaia make them very receptive to such things.

Even in the Orphic tradition, Zeus' mother Rhea, her wife Demeter, and her daughter Persephone.

They can be regarded as the same being, and combined with the fact that Persephone and Zeus gave birth to Zagreus, the so-called "underground Dionysus".

My daughter's daughter is still my daughter, okay?

They were okay with even this kind of thing, not to mention the union of Hades and Persephone, which was not considered a big deal.

But the real question is, Persephone and Demeter.
Demeter was a mother who doted on Persephone to the point of not wanting her to leave her side, and her desire for control was almost abnormal.

It might even be said that she was projecting some of her feelings for Zeus onto her beautiful daughter.

Persephone, who grew up in such an environment, had no opinions or ideas of her own.

She just subconsciously wanted to follow her mother's wishes and return to Demeter as soon as possible.

"I know that no one would be willing to live in such a world."

Hades silently hugged Persephone and gently stroked her beautiful long hair like an elder.

"I don't want to, but there's no other way. I'm the only one who can do it, so I have to do it, and then..."

He gently embraced Persephone's hands and gradually began to exert strength.

Persephone gradually felt a little suffocated. The feeling of being tightly embraced by Hades even reminded her of her mother.

"Aunt?"

She tried to struggle, but she had no power to resist as she didn't even have a priesthood.

Hades' originally gentle expression gradually began to become distorted, and he muttered to himself.

"Why does it have to be me? Why do I have to be the only one sitting alone in this empty underworld?"

"I want to be like you, too? I want to be happier, too. Why can't I?"

Resentment and jealousy, even like tangible shadows, rose behind Hades.

The responsibility of being the son of Cronus, the responsibility of being a sister.

Hades had no complaints against Zeus and Poseidon, but it was unknown what she felt towards her three sisters.

Why, as the son of Kronos, she should be mature and take responsibility?

The eldest sister can stay away because she doesn't like it, and the remaining two can immerse themselves in the beauty of love and family.

This resentment and jealousy gradually caused her originally gentle heart to begin to distort, perhaps it was a change after she accepted the priesthood of Pluto.

As she wandered around, she happened to see Persephone, who was having fun with the nymphs of time.

Perhaps it was a godsend, or perhaps he was momentarily controlled by his emotions, Hades abducted her and brought her to the underworld.

She didn't know whether she wanted revenge or to vent something, but she did it anyway.

Persephone, who was held by Hades, felt difficulty breathing and kept struggling.

"I"

This embrace went beyond the doting and controlling embrace of her mother goddess Demeter, as if it was strangling her completely.

Hades' black nails had pierced Persephone's gauze skirt, dripping with bright red blood.

Perhaps because he was extremely sensitive to the smell of blood, Hades suddenly came to his senses, quickly let go of Persephone, and frantically treated her.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my poor little Persephone, I didn't want to hurt you."

"I just want to keep you. I just want your mother to feel the same way I do."

She was speaking incoherently and no longer knew what she wanted to express.

She had no ill will towards Persephone, but she abducted her to the dark underworld and planned to keep her there forever.

But on the other hand, she wanted to transfer a large part of the power of her Hades priesthood to Persephone.

This is her compensation. She won't be like Poseidon, who came out of the sea with a vase.

But this was ultimately an unprovoked involvement, an unprovoked disaster caused by one's own jealousy and distortion.

Jealousy and guilt continued to intertwine in her heart, gradually twisting Hades.

"My poor little Persephone"

"sorry"

"Please forgive me."

　In Greek mythology, Hades's duties were indeed not as good as Persephone's. The entire scope and responsibilities of Hades were basically divided out, and Hades himself only kept the title.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)