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 Comes Home, Hades <3
✧ MEGAERA
 Posted: Feb 26 2018, 10:27 PM
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Really old • Fury • Vengeance • Hades


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WHO WILL SAVE YOU NOW?
It had been a while since the declaration of the Furies as enemies to the Nightmare King.

Megaera...could never be too careful - not in days when no shadow was safe, when whispers incited danger, when there was an arrow pointed to her heart so often. She felt strange being so distant from Hades for so long, but she was not taskless; as one of the three, there was always work for the Furies - bonds that hissed in her mind, sinners to be punished. She saw it wisest to wait, to remain several months in the world above, simply performing her tasks - before returning to Hades. Hydra was one among the Anti-Guardians; though he was said to be loyal to her lord, that did not immediately grow trust within her. After all, even if he chose to align with Hades, it did not mean that he himself was not observed. In fact as an ally of Hades it was quite likely he was under observation. And so, she did not venture to the path between this world and that of her God-King until several months had passed. Time enough that observation would be lessened - that perhaps searches would be turned outward instead of inward.

When she came to Hades, it was not in her humanoid form - nor the form of the cloud. Instead, she wore the guise of the locust swarm, allowing herself to come more slowly to cross the threshold into the world that she once loathed to call home. She was not one to remain in Hades’ realm for long - it was still a confining space for one who bore wings - but for the sake of the God-King, for the sake of her charge, she felt no anger upon returning. Now, when she returned, it was with her own freedom of choice, her own willpower. Though she was left to wonder instead, exactly where her lord stood; it had been so long since last she saw him. Was he well? This time away….he was not alone, in the Underworld, and of that at least she was glad. But he was emotionally fragile.

Only once she was beyond the breach between the living world and the Underworld did Megaera allow herself to reform, long, silvery-grey hair falling about her messily, eyes sharp as she stood tall, wings folded behind her. She was no lord of this realm, but she carried herself with power and pride as she sought the God-King. Hades was near.
HADES
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♠ HADES
 Posted: Feb 27 2018, 09:23 AM
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3000+ • God of the Dead • Loneliness • The Underworld


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In a trap of solitude someone had set, remember me, as vivid as I was
CARMA
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Loneliness was a plague for the King of the Underworld, the greatest of curses that the Fates had given him. Always left to be simply without, Hades was a creature that had been placed in a situation where he could easily turn into the monster that had raised him. His current situation was not entirely different. After all, the God of the Dead was lacking in much at the moment. Carelessness had allowed him to lose a great portion of himself. To some degree, it had not changed much. Those who had slowly come to learn of his situation held about as much faith in him as usual.

What might be the Fate of the Underworld without Hades? Did he even do much to begin with? Besides, this is typical of him, is it not? At least Persephone is there to do what he cannot.

They acted as if he did not have ears. Then again, he supposed it did not matter if he were deaf. Their minds blared with a disdain that made him more than happy to either linger within the Underworld or keep closer to mortality. After all, it was not as mortals would take to judging him negatively. On the chance that they could see him, they were often too scared or ruined by bias of what they had heard. It was not pleasant, but he preferred it over the muttering.

It did not help that his mind was not exactly quiet. Part of it was normal, to his understanding. He had a loud mind, one which constantly felt the need to linger upon every subject and occasionally subject him to irrationally. It was the nature of being an emotional creature. However, the rest...the rest he was sure was not him. He was half convinced he was mad, as that was exactly what lingered, the echoes of madness that did not feel like his own.

He did not dare mention it to another, not even Persephone.

Today, many thoughts lingered in his mind, fueled by an irrational sorrow. He had wished for loneliness, though not entirely sure why since he also knew that the feeling was not quite...correct. Somehow, people would just make things worse. As such, he had taken to the only elm within the Underworld. Absently, he found his attention focused on the leaves and the soft glow of the memories that clung to them, half tempted to grasp on them and see if he could view one. However, his attention was quickly diverted as the arrival of another to the Underworld became clear to him. Confusion clouded his expression as the Underworld rang with familiarity to the individual. Who...?

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✧ MEGAERA
 Posted: Mar 2 2018, 09:27 PM
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Really old • Fury • Vengeance • Hades


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WHO WILL SAVE YOU NOW?
Megaera was greeted as she expected, and in a sense, it was a welcome feeling. She remained the dominating and ominous presence, cold and silent as vengeance was, others regarding her with admiration and fear at once. She breathed in the scent of home, familiarly pungent and unpleasant. She was born with wings, a creature made for the skies - yet, the Underworld would always be home to her. She had grown to loathe the place...but it was a familiar sort of loathing that she felt incomplete without. How paradoxical that she could miss a place she disliked.

Yet, she was not here for herself. She was here seeking audience with the God-king, her nephew, though more accurately her own child, raised under her care since Cronus’ defeat. He had clung to the Furies for so long in a way that they had loathed, only releasing them at the last great battle. Of the three, it seemed only Megaera retained this close sense with the lord.

It was this, then - that familiarity - that knowing of his nature - which led Megaera to track him to the trees, to the greenery that grew in this lonely place. He had always liked the trees, and so to see him lounging in the crook of the elm’s branches did not surprise her. Yet, she had to marvel; it had grown since last she had been here. There was a genuine sight of beauty in this place, something she appreciated. She sought the eyes of the God-king, bowing her head only briefly, only a little. She bowed to him for he was ruler, but she felt little need to these days; he was, after all, under her own care.

The look she received, however, was strange. There was a blankness to it - as though something distant between them had arisen. Perhaps she had been gone too long.

”I return home. My sisters continue their work dutifully. I sought to visit you. Come down that I may see you.”
HADES
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♠ HADES
 Posted: Mar 3 2018, 03:41 AM
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3000+ • God of the Dead • Loneliness • The Underworld


dysfunctional
In a trap of solitude someone had set, remember me, as vivid as I was
CARMA
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Hades was approached by a pale, winged woman. He felt a thrum of familiarity that he had come to associate with long forgotten memories of the past. However, he could not recall having seen this woman before. It was beyond him as to why she might be familiar. He could not recall a single person of this description, though he supposed that it was entirely possible that someone had told him about her. It was not as if most people had the habit of mentioning how people looked when they spoke to him.

Standing, the King of the Underworld closed the distance between the two of them. He found himself unable to draw up an immediate answer. It was clear that this individual was a member of the Underworld or at least fairly good at pretending to be one, though he was inclined to believe it was the former despite any distrust that lingered within him. After all, the Underworld did not tend to ring with familiarity in regards to people unless they belonged.

The truth or a lie? Hades knew he was a poor liar. The visit from the Nightmare King had proven that. Heck, it had been clear even with a mild conversation with Dionysus. He only seemed to be good at withholding the truth by avoiding it altogether.

"Welcome back," he said softly. He hesitated. It would be easy to continue here as if things were normal. It was how things had proceeded when Persephone had returned until she had realized something was off. However...he was fairly sure that was a bad idea, just as it had been before, unintentional though it had been. Besides, this woman felt like someone who was close. He had not felt many connections like that as of late. "Sorry if it causes offense-" He would be a fool to think it would not affect others that he could remember nothing. Even Eurydice had held a negative reaction to his loss of memories and he understood himself to not know her well. "But who are you?"

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✧ MEGAERA
 Posted: Mar 11 2018, 05:57 PM
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Really old • Fury • Vengeance • Hades


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WHO WILL SAVE YOU NOW?
Up close, the God-king looked lost, or perhaps confused. Megaera did not call herself a creature particularly good at reading emotions; she was only able to perceive the most basic of cues, and so similar expressions of confusion and waywardness were lost upon her. Yet, that confusion was directed towards her, specifically. Perhaps he had not expected her to return at all. After so long, he had released the Furies and Megaera seldom returned - perhaps he believed that she had finally chosen to abandon him. Was he shocked at her presence?

His greeting was lackluster, heavily bordering on that confusion. Megaera did not speak of it, but his response was hardly to the norm; his tone was wrong, and that face….while confusion was to be expected, he did not voice what irked his mind, nor did he turn it inward. She was accustomed to Hades turning his confusion and negativity away from sight, inward, where few could see it. That he remained fixed with that odd expression seemed….wrong to her.

The beginnings of his next statement were even stranger to her mind. Offense? Forgiveness? The very language he spoke seemed so unusual, he had never spoken that way to her before. He was God-King, above all residents within the Underworld, certainly above the Furies for a time, until he relinquished them. This was….strange. When he spoke however….

Megaera’s eyes narrowed.

He was not joking, she could tell that much. This was not some misplaced foolish jest. He truly didn’t know.

How? Whose fingers had slipped into his mind and stolen those memories from him? Vengeance felt her blood grow hot, though expression remained cold as ever; she would find the cause and see them gutted and their innards fed to the birds, their corpses strung for their kin to see. None touched the mind of her God-King. She fixed Hades with her stern expression, wings flaring briefly as she bowed.

”Megaera of the three Furies, once held in service to you, once your appointed guardian by our sister Rhea. Tell me, what do you know of the furies?”
HADES

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♠ HADES
 Posted: Mar 11 2018, 07:36 PM
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3000+ • God of the Dead • Loneliness • The Underworld


dysfunctional
In a trap of solitude someone had set, remember me, as vivid as I was
CARMA
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A great deal had changed about Hades. It was only natural. He had forgotten his past, a past which had largely shaped him. While he had forgotten parts- willfully, a great deal of it had been willful, wishing to tuck away the worst of the past because he had trouble acknowledging it- it had been his childhood that had driven him to be a king who was largely different from his brothers. He had wanted to be different from his father despite the lingering similarities that had formed from the little, genuine love that had been given to him as a godling. As a result, a strong king who actually listened and purposely created a realm that those within would like had been formed. He had done so despite the cost to his own person, seeming to not care even as it grew harder to bear with belief draining over the years.

Many outside of his realm- perhaps some within- called him foolish, but he had taken it. He had been a god who cared more than he hated and thirsted. It had been as much a strength as it was a weakness.

Now, Hades lacked a great deal of that. He could no longer recall a purpose and no amount of tales could bring it back because it had been a silent thing. He still possessed his kindness, as the deity had always been soft. It had been one of the reasons Cronus had taken to a crueler approach when harming his son. His son had been the sort to be more easily broken- more satisfyingly broken- when given a false display of love that harmed him in the end.

His intelligence continued on, helping him still as king. However, he imagined that he might have floundered had he not had the strange feelings, the echoes of before. He could not know it, but it had been his own quick thinking and despair that had prevented him from being a tool to be used, had made what was uniquely him linger on.

Undoubtedly, that could only be pointed to his memories. Hades had become a creature entrenched in his memories somewhere down the line, perhaps had always been one. They were severely tied to his memories, recalling love and hatred and so much more. He had only echoes of that, but it helped create a person who was still willing to continue on but would allow for lines to follow, to know who to hate and who to love.

He could recall that Megaera was someone he had cared for, but he just could not recall the why.

His brow furrowed at Megaera's explanation, recognizing mention of the Furies and Rhea. "You- the Furies- are being hunted by Pitch Black for some reason. He painted it out like you were villains, but..." He scowled. "Well, everyone in here is a villain, no? Zeus certainly isn't quiet about it." The typical disdain for his brother seemed to linger and a look of disgust painted his handsome features.

Purposely, he didn't mention that he thought the Nightmare King had lied to his face. He had not trusted the man from the moment he had appeared, more than willing to lie to his face himself. It had not particularly helped that he had appeared uninvited. He could hardly know if he was listening. After all, the Underworld was technically an easy place to enter for immortals and made for beings of the dark.

"Rhea is my mother, no?" he mused, unusually willing to talk about a topic he normally avoided, "I believe Lady Nyx briefly mentioned that." He tilted his head. "What are you doing here?" There was a slight concern, muffled only by his lack of knowledge in regards to the Fury.

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✧ MEGAERA
 Posted: Mar 28 2018, 10:55 PM
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Really old • Fury • Vengeance • Hades


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WHO WILL SAVE YOU NOW?
Hades was not Hades. The individual before her now was a ghost, a shell. He was not Hades.

The God-King’s memories had been taken or tampered with….and that knowledge alone was enough to make her blood boil. Hers would boil….but whomever was responsible would bleed their blood on stones and walls, their insides painted on display and corpses left to decay where it would be seen. Megaera felt not like her calmed self, but like a mad beast enraged; in her time away, Hades had not been protected. Someone had tainted his mind. That someone would pay a thousand times, their punishment a thousand times worse than the punishments she doled to the common man.

First she would need to learn who had done this - and whether Hades was well or not beyond the psychological damage. Was it only his memories? Had he been harmed?

She narrowed her eyes at the mention of the Nightmare King. Then….he had been here. Wise then that she hadn’t returned so soon after the battle, even if she desired to. It occurred to her with a….sickness, that perhaps he was the one who had sealed her God-King’s memories. And if that was the case….

Megaera’s eyes widened, her expression shifting at the very casual, almost childishly curious mention of Rhea. Most likely…..if he had not known her….he did not know Rhea, either. Nor what had happened to her. Megaera gave a small nod. ”She is. And she is my blood, as are you.” Such was not uncommon, but it still created a feeling of closeness to state it outright...or that was what she thought. Her tone softened as the youngling looked at her more worriedly then, and she fluffed her wings out, looking at the boy warily. ”I came to see you, my charge.” She stepped nearer, reaching a hand toward him, to place it upon his shoulder. ”I see that you are not well. Your memory….you do not remember. What the Nightmare King says….”

The truth, even in its brutal form.

”You were rash and lonely, taken in by his offer. You foolishly chose to align with him and thus plunged the Underworld into his sights. Many among us are servants to the Nightmare King but for those who he now seeks to punish, and those few who resisted the temptation. By his contract with you, my sisters and I would be considered the enemy. But it was a contract made with a foolish boy.”
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♠ HADES
 Posted: Mar 30 2018, 05:13 AM
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3000+ • God of the Dead • Loneliness • The Underworld


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In a trap of solitude someone had set, remember me, as vivid as I was
@CARMA
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Hades did not immediately answer. Instead, he seemed to contemplate what he was told as his gaze searched over Megaera's face. "I was told the Furies were traitors," he said, his voice far too conversational for such a heavy topic. After all, the Nightmare King had mentioned that. However, Hades had never been a fool and it was a vagrant display of exactly how well his supposed ally actually knew him if he had been unable to tell exactly how intelligent the deity was. Perceptiveness was not something he had ever had, but even as a child Hades had been kind and intelligent, something which had made a childhood raised by Cronus difficult. It would not suddenly disappear due to a lack of memories. "How interesting to learn that my skepticism was well placed."

He had been horrifically paranoid since that meeting. While he might have talked to enough people within the Underworld, he trusted barely a handful of people and those he could trust only held it because emotion dictated what memory could not. Nyx was someone he could tell he had a bond with and conversations with her allowed for respect to build on his own part. It was easy to form even without the memories for it. His daughters were a completely different matter. The emotions were still there, but he tended to treat most of what they said as if they were coming from second hand sources. After all, they seemed young in his eyes, something which was...odd since he didn't have enough memories to call himself old or young.

The truth that the Fury offered was one that Hades would have once taken poorly. There was a reason that Megaera had treated him as her own child, more as a godling that still needed to be protected and raised than anything else. His childhood had shaped a deity that did not deal well with the world and found many truths difficult. The very proof of it were within the elm near them where Hades had placed some of his own memories to hang.

A man who could not remember any of his past did not just forget memories. He forgot pain, happiness, and so much more. Perhaps the one thing that was most obvious in Hades was how much grief had been lifted from him. It could not all be lifted. That would be impossible as depression hung upon his shoulders. However, he was unable to remember exactly how much he had been hurt by not only Cronus but by so many he reluctantly called family.

"You are talking about something I forgot," he said after a moment. It was a guess derived just from the way she spoke. Hades was a lonely deity, but he knew that as he was now he would have likely never done what she had just described. Meeting the Nightmare King himself had led to him questioning himself and wondering what had led him to make such an alliance. "I am still lonely. It...comes and goes, but it is not as you describe. I would never do that, not as I am now."

From what he was coming to understand of himself, he was sure that he had been more than lonely. He would have had to have been in pain and desperate to forget such important duties.

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✧ MEGAERA
 Posted: May 2 2018, 07:06 PM
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Really old • Fury • Vengeance • Hades


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WHO WILL SAVE YOU NOW?
Traitors. He had heard that from….whom? The Nightmare King, perhaps? Not surprising. Though, technically, it was true; she and the other furies were branded traitors to the Nightmare King, but not to their true King Hades. Megaera wondered just what he had been told, but felt the faintest edge of a smile twisting at her lips at the thoughts of skepticism her charge held. Good. Even in whatever state this was….he had not lost his wit.

Yet still the question begged in her mind. Just how, and why, had this state come about? He no longer remembered...anything. Or, that was not true, he held memory...but it seemed as though vital ones, important memories, were gone from his mind. When she learned the cause of it, she surely would flay whoever had stolen them, tear their brain from their skull and unravel it, see how they enjoyed their mind’s tampering.

Yet he seemed not to agree with her upon the past. He spoke with something that was not quite petulant, but more...ignorant; I would never, he had said - and yet Megaera knew for fact that he had done just that. It had been an act for which she came to loathe Hades to an extent, for it trapped her more truly than being bound to Hades. She simply regarded him with cool logic, unsympathetic but also not cruel in her demeanour.

”You are not as you were back then. You were naive, impressionable, and the Nightmare King a master of manipulation. He seduced your desire for companionship. You may not be that way now, but it is not you now who made such a decision.” She regarded him more carefully, her expression remaining neutral. ”Why is it that you feel loneliness?”
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♠ HADES
 Posted: May 6 2018, 09:35 PM
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3000+ • God of the Dead • Loneliness • The Underworld


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In a trap of solitude someone had set, remember me, as vivid as I was
@CARMA
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For a moment, it felt like they were speaking of two different subjects. Megaera spoke of manipulation and desire, something of which was not an answer at all. After all, in order to be manipulated- manipulated against what someone was aware was right- someone needed ammunition. Hades was missing memories and he was sure that whatever had once lurked in his mind had not been pleasant. It already was not a pleasant place, ringing with loneliness and an echo of a voice that was not his own.

"That is not what I meant," he said, his brow furrowing, "People do not just magically become manipulated to ally with beings who are probably liars." He was not perceptive, but he was paranoid. At the moment, the Nightmare King seemed more like liar than anyone else, held the most motive to do so. "They have weaknesses and desires- sometimes they are both the same thing. Whatever caused me to join I have completely forgotten." He could not recall how he had been approached in a moment of weakness and what the Nightmare King had agreed to give him was something that could never be handed over. After all, it was something Hades already had. His true enemy was himself.

He grimaced. "It comes and goes," he said, trying to keep the bite out of his voice, "Sometimes I lack in any energy and everything feels like a chore or I just don't want to be near people. It isn't important." Except it was, far more than he could realize. While Hades had experienced such symptoms and many more for centuries, he had never spoken about them out loud, never given a verbal hint to turmoil that lurked in his head and instead tried to act normal. It was part of what had caused him so many problems, as he possessed siblings and family who simply did not understand that the second eldest was far more damaged than he appeared and every sharp word was like a sword to the chest.

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✧ MEGAERA
 Posted: May 16 2018, 03:06 PM
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Really old • Fury • Vengeance • Hades


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WHO WILL SAVE YOU NOW?
He had forgotten. That, of course, was plain; however exactly how much she could not be sure. But as it seemed now….he no longer even recalled the feeling of that time, when he had been swayed to the darkness and seduced by promises from a villain. She gazed at the Godling for a moment then, narrowing her eyes. ”What it was that made you weak back then.” she repeated, her expression growing distant, even slightly angry - though not at the Godling now. It was anger directed toward his foolish past self, the Hades that had fallen so easily to those words and condemned the Furies connected to him at the time. ”You were condemned by loneliness. It was loneliness that made you weak.”

She could never understand that. Loneliness….she never felt it. Megaera was a solitary creature, one who preferred her time alone to that spent in company - except, perhaps, with present and with her sisters. The number of individuals whose company she enjoyed could be counted on one hand. ”I couldn’t know what he promised you, but it was enough that you were swayed.” Nor could she have known why he felt lonely, but that was not her place to ask.

She noted the hesitance in his voice, the unwillingness to share. “It isn’t important” he said. But the opposite was true, she knew. She narrowed her eyes at that, at such bold foolish words. ”You are wrong.” Her voice was louder, filled with conviction. She wouldn’t be told what was right or wrong when she could see it plainly; those symptoms were nothing to be ignored or pushed aside. ”When you bleed, you patch the wound, do you not? It is not ‘not important’. A wound is wrapped and healed. So what of the mind? Should a wound in the mind not be mended as well? Or would you have your mind bleed and bleed endlessly?”

They were perhaps harsh words, but important for him to hear. She spoke them softly, not intending harm, but rather intending reality. He had to understand. She closed her eyes, letting out a sigh. ”It is important. Callous I may be, but this I understand. Do not shut yourself away.”
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♠ HADES
 Posted: May 16 2018, 08:15 PM
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3000+ • God of the Dead • Loneliness • The Underworld


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In a trap of solitude someone had set, remember me, as vivid as I was
@CARMA
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Hades had needed to know the words that lingered within Megaera's heart for many years. It would be no lie to say that what she was saying brought some comfort; however, these revelations were centuries too late. The God of the Dead had spent most of his life being ridiculed and underestimated by most of those around him. He possessed brothers who thought him a poor king because he chose to rule without relying upon fear and instead respect and care for those within his land. He had taken every criticism and comment largely without complaint, all the while most of those could not realize the damage it did. They could not realize how much it pained him to be the jailer of Cronus, a man who had tormented him for years as a child to the point that the deity's own mind refused to acknowledge certain memories. Moreover, it seemed as though none could hardly understand that he was not just lonely. Loneliness went away. Hades' greatest enemy was his own mind and it had unknowingly been used against him.

His brow furrowed. "That is not...what I meant," he said, brow furrowed. He was not sure how to explain. How did one explain something purely illogical, something that was an ailment of the mind? "Loneliness can go away because it is something gained. One becomes lonely because they are alone or others simply do not care." He frowned. It took a long moment to consider a word for what he was attempting to describe. He had forgotten much, mostly only having spoken to Nyx, his daughters, and souls. It was conversations with souls that brought to mind an example that he thought might be helpful, particularly since it came from a soul that had been old enough that Megaera might understand. "This is more along the lines of...melancholia." He could recall a long conversation with the soul of Hippocrates on the mind, one which went into how he had thought melancholia was caused by too much black bile in the spleen. It had started a debate among other souls who were convinced that the same cause was actually caused by spirits. If he recalled correctly, the conversation was what modern mortals called depression, though the terminology was often hard for him to remember since he was re-learning so much.

A scowl immediately crossed his face. "Then why are you the only person showing care?" he said, hardly realizing that he might be coming across as rude. As kind as the deity was capable of being, Hades had never understood manners well, having never learned them in any form until he was older. As a result, there was nothing to recall. "If the wounds of my mind are so important why are you the only one to care? Thus far, I have only come across only four people who have cared for my wellbeing, while others seem to expect me to uphold a thankless job as they insult me to my face." It was clear he was only frustrated, as his infamous temper was not even close to the surface. However, what his words made abundantly clear was that he had crossed paths with at least some of the Olympians, a meeting which had undoubtedly upset him for reasons that likely did not have to be explained. After all, it was well known that Zeus and Hades had not gotten along for centuries and it seemed as though even amnesia could not rid the God of the Dead of that hatred. Moreover, the King of the Underworld was far from a popular deity among the Olympians, seeming to only be well liked among other deities who lacked in popularity themselves.



FYI, this is what Hades is referring to. Basically just Greekly terminology to what they called depression by.
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