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 Posted: Apr 9 2017, 08:18 AM
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Forever Twenty • Shade • Promises • The Underworld
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here was rules, that life and death and everything in between that followed in tandem. Once you were killed, you stayed dead. Unless you were some miraculous demigod, or an ancient powerful being. That hadn't been the case for Eurydice, a simple nymph that had been killed too soon. Taken from love, just because life had been unfair.

But then a chance had been given, even as he defied the odds and traveled to the Underworld. She could have risen again, yet she was ripped from that chance as well.

And so she had resigned herself to this fate, maybe she was not meant to be alive anymore. Death had become her permanent abode, and Eurydice was content to reside within it. She could tend to Persephone and order the shade's about, and that would give her the peace within the shadow of death.

Orpheus was not one she would think about. Not anymore. And so she moved on from the topic of conversation coolly, with a firm nod of her head.

"Yet there are those who define themselves by the swiftness of their decision and the movement of their blade, it is simply just." Pulling at the fibers of the basket subconsciously, the shade was swift to set it down and resume her work as she spoke. "Although it is true what you say, there are those who will act quickly, yet have the right intentions in mind to whom they direct it towards."

Death was equal, in some ways, the Underworld had different places, for different beings. Who had done what in life, they were separated by the good, bad, and the neutral, from her perspective. In her glances over the Fields of Asphodel, Eurydice had seen once-rich and powerful rulers there, taken by death. Yet left to wander for eternity...

A thin smile pulled at her lips, in response to his words.
"And so it is a game in guessing how they will act." She folded the linens swiftly, placing them neatly in the basket in short stacks. "It seems I was hardly lucky."

The amusement in the conversation was enough to make the shade part ways with a small laugh. It was not loud or even long-lived, but a short little titter. It did make her feel light inside, it was not often she held an entertaining conversation such as this.

"In my life before, I never thought I would be discussing with the God of the Underworld about his siblings, truthfully." The smile pulled at one corner of her lips, into a lopsided soft grin. This was a nice change from the usual gloom of the place, and the coldness she felt towards her lady's husband. "This is a nice surprise."

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 Posted: Apr 9 2017, 08:25 PM
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Eurydice was not incorrect. The decisions of rulers- nay, of all people- were often not just despite their beliefs of the contrary. Good men were not incapable of making decisions just as bad men were not incapable of good ones. The notion of monsters was one the God of the Dead had always found silly. He imagined that his family thought it an easy job for the three kings to make their judgements and for Hades to come up with the punishments for those who had gained the ire of the Gods. However, even among those who were sent to Tartarus were people who had made good acts. The world was not so black and white as many liked to believe.

"Indeed," Hades agreed, "And it is because of that that the circumstances for why a blade is wielded are important. One can easily wield their blade with swiftness, but whether true justice is what carries it is always to be questioned. Tyrants are born when injustice is never questioned."

His lips curved upwards into the ghost of a smile, a spark of amusement glimmering in his gaze. It softened the dour deity's features, making them a bit more pleasant to look upon as he had crafted them to be. "I imagine that they see it as such." Determining the life and deaths of people was a difficult one, especially since it would require a lack of bias. There were a select few within existence who possessed such a thing. The Moirai were good at what they did. While it was questioned whether some were exempt from their powers, he did doubt it. After all, if Zeus had ever been exempt from Fate he would not have worried about it when they were young. "After all, if one lacks bias then the world likely looks different." It likely lacked a lot of colour, he imagined.

For a moment, he was silent at her last words, only a frown coming to his face. "Do not pity the dead," he advised. He meant it more by her, for he could not say whether Eurydice pitied the other shades around her nor was he inclined to invade the privacy of her mind and discover the answer to that question. "Pity the living, for they are the ones who truly suffer. Death offers such predictable fates. However, it is life that offers constant unpredictability, both in pain and pleasure."

Of this, Hades knew well.

Hades rose an eyebrow at the laughter that burst from the shade. It was not loud or long, but then that was not surprising. Such actions were usually only seen by shades within Elysium or the Isles of the Blessed. Those in other parts of the Underworld were often grim or tortured in their manner. As one who had originally come from the Asphodel Meadows, it was natural that Eurydice had rather muted emotions. Most within the area did.

A small smile crossed his face. It was genuine in nature and softened his features. The happiness of others was one of the rare things that managed to brighten his attitude. "I imagine most do not imagine such things." After all, he was one of the few Olympians who was viewed in a poor light. Both man and deities alike viewed him as cold and unkind due to his stubbornness when it came to preventing the dead from passing on. And perhaps he was cruel, refusing to be swayed by sacrifices to allow others to return to life. However, he did not expect most, especially mortals, to understand the importance of the balance of life and death. Such soft sentiments were ones that Persephone understood best, being Life where he was Death. It was why others had been more willing to make temples for her than him, few though their number were. "But then things would be quite unfortunate if I was as people thought me to be." Such an unpleasant picture they painted. "Besides, what would our existences be without surprises?"

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 Posted: May 13 2017, 10:03 AM
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he shade worked like a confident machine, folding each linen neatly and setting it in the basket with fine precision as she thought on the topic at hand.
Rulers and their whims, the decision made by the fates. All very broad, very serious topics, one the shade never thought she would be discussing with the lord of the realm himself. It was all very...odd. Yet, she wouldn't share this feeling out loud.

"Tyrants are always punished, in the end." Her straightforward tone was cool, blunt. Those who were evil in life, in their morals and actions, found punishment here. Justice for those wronged, struck down by those in power. Oddly enough, this was one of the things she liked about the Underworld. Nobody could escape judgement here.

Listening to his words as he spoke, the shade simply nodded, her gaze trained on the basket set upon the nearby table. The Fates would need a lack of bias, to the keep the world running fair and neutral. They didn't only punish the evil and keep the living alive, that was just not how simply things were. The Moirai saw the world differently, it was hardly surprising.

At his next words, her gaze drifted up to him, her eyes suddenly full of such confidence that her chin tilted up a bit. The meaning behind his words, Eurydice could understand them.
"I do not pity myself, nor do I feel sorrow for the shades around me." Her words were blunt once more, cool with their tonality as she eyed him evenly. It was true, she did not think less of her situation. The shadow of death provided her...comfort, if you could describe it as such. The Underworld had become her home. The events leading to this however... "I merely look upon my past with disdain. It was rather unsatisfactory. However, you are correct, life does offer unpredictability. I have experienced it first hand, even in death."

Light was there, within her, for only a moment. It flickered within her, brightened her features and filled her eyes with life again. Until it was gone, dying out as quickly has it had come. Eurydice was nearly...surprised, by her own sudden amusement. Usually she only felt this within the presence of her lady.
"I imagine they do not," The lithe shade countered, folding the last of the linens in the basket, and moving her hands to fold in front of her neatly. "Truthfully, the Underworld would be a much different place if you were as they thought you to be." Was this nearly a compliment? Maybe. "Our existence would be very much dull if their were not but a few surprises slipped in here or there."

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 Posted: May 13 2017, 05:27 PM
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The conversation was not a particularly odd one, in Hades' mind. The God of the Dead often spoke to the shades within the Underworld, though he normally kept to those who were not being punished for eternity. Those within Elysium were often far more willing to speak with him, particularly the philosophers who had come there. However, they could begin to work upon his nerves if he did so for too long. For the most part, it was not their fault. Elysium was simply a place he disliked, as his eyes were not blind to its true form. Those outside of it often offered far more interesting conversation. Due to their different states, their personalities were often different and offered far different types of conversations.

Though, he supposed that this conversation reminded him more of his youth. He knew that others, Zeus in particular, considered him an...odd- he was being kind, he knew, as Zeus' words had never been as kind as that- king. He had never taken to spreading fear or his power as a way of establishing that he was now the God of the Underworld. Instead, he had worked with those who had lived within it, recognizing that many of those within it were older than himself. It would not do to create a kingdom where those within were likely to either disrespect or cast their loyalty to others because you had not respected them. Respect, he had believed, was the best way to gain the love of one's people.

After all, Uranus and Cronus had suffered for treating those underneath them as lower and they had both lost the throne as a result. Cronus might have lost his life as Uranus had had anyone known how to kill the Titan God.

"For the most part, yes," he agreed. Afterlives all worked differently, he knew. While the Underworld worked with a system that was organized, only a shadow of the prison it had been before, not all afterlives possessed a system that revolved around punishment and reward. Sometimes, tyrants were added to the collective and were neither rewarded or punished.

His lips quirked at her words and he found a slight admiration for her confidence. After all, such was a trait that he had always admired. It was one that his wife possessed and that he knew he lacked to a degree. Only when his role as king came into play or his anger burned did such a trait present itself. "Then you are part way there," he said. He somewhat doubted that Eurydice pitied the living. After all, she might have been different from many of the other shades, something that he imagined came from her station and experiences, but it was unlikely that she had come to understand the living. The living...there were few among the dead who truly understood them.

"Though, the past rarely is satisfactory. Even among those who do not regret, there is something that could have always been done or changed." This he knew well from experience. However, he could not say if he was a man who was captured by his past. Perhaps he was, for he was unable to even murmur the word father in association to Cronus, far too haunted by the man's honesty from the last time he had done so.

Best to not focus on that, he thought to himself. He did wish to tell Eurydice that, thinking that the shade could use such advice. However, he doubted that would get him anywhere. It was within the nature of most shades to dwell upon the past. Besides, why would she wish for such advice from such a hypocritical and poor man as himself?

Everything he loved slipped through his fingers at some point, after all.

He noticed a brief change in the shade's countenance, but it did not last long enough for the deity to know if he was merely seeing things. A trick of light, he might have claimed, had the Underworld much light to begin with. However, the light of Elysium could not be seen. As such, the only light that could be offered to them was the glow of the river beside him.

"Yes, I sup-"

Oh.

The Lord of the Underworld had shifted, planning to move backwards. However, he had forgotten that all lay behind him was the river Lethe. With an almost comical look, the deity fell into the water.

Immediately, his hands went to his mouth. While he technically did not need air- if anything, he required water vapor- swallowing the water of this river would be a horrific thing. However, a terrible thought entered his mind. Is it not inevitable that such a thing will happen? He had never learned to swim when he had been young. It had been impossible. He had been stolen from Rhea when he had been young and locked away. Cronus had never held interest in teaching him such things. After all, why should he? He had been more concerned that Hades would be the one who might steal his throne. It was a miracle that the deity tended to remember that the godling required nutrition.

He was going to drown. However, it would not be the kindest of drownings. No, this river was meant to make shades who entered the Underworld forget their entire pasts. He would drown without recalling the most simple of things.

He gasped, in need of air. However, there was only water to be found and he found himself swallowing it before he could attempt to shift into his true form.

I...don't want...to forget. It was a peculiar thought as he had been thinking not long ago about how nice it would be to forget. However, now that his thoughts were becoming a reality he found him wanting anything but it. In a moment of desperation, he used his telepathy to erect walls to shut off parts of his mind. He could not protect his memories of the past completely, but he could...

His vision began to blur around the edges and his form began to flicker, as his focus was no longer concentrated upon the magic it took to keep a human form.

Per..se...phone....

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 Posted: Aug 12 2017, 08:40 AM
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he shadow of death comforted the shade, as she dwelled within it. Perhaps she could consider herself lucky. She did not yearn for life anymore, not like any of the other shade's she worked alongside. The weeping and moaning she could hear from them, as they lamented times long past. Sympathy did not crowd her heart, nor pity, for those mourning. The very best thing they could do was move on, and accept the situation as is.

The living, now the living she did pity. The toil and strife they experience. Their foolish, ever changing societies that were too foreign for her to comprehend. Those topside quarreled and fought a never-ending war of their own, until they too stopped breathing. Perhaps that was the cold truth that dwelled within her heart, one that she shall never change.

Eurydice listened, as he spoke of the past. She did agree, hardly was anyone's past ever spotless and pure of tragedy. It was just simply not the way of the Fates.

The light that had appeared was fleeting. It was not to be, to exist within this shade. Her own light, when she had been alive, had been snuffed out long ago. It was rekindled, every other now and then, within the presence of her lady but....

The shade's thoughts were cut short, as they neared the River Lethe. It hadn't been a thought that crossed the usually observant shade's mind, as an accident such as this would never have happened. But the Fate's are cruel.
She could only watch as Hades misstepped, lost his footing as he stepped backwards. The look of shock crossing his face, only to be echoed back on hers as she dropped the basket containing the linens to the ground. No, not there, don't fall in there-

"My lord!" Eurydice cried out, as he plunged into the river. Perched on the edge of the shoreline, she raced after him as he was pulled downstream, horror struck upon her features. Her image flickered, as she neared him within the water, still upon the dry land as she stuck a hand in, her mouth closed.

Fabric. The shade's hand clutched the neck of his shirt as she plunged it into the water. Gripping it roughly, she used her other hand to grab as well, using the strength of her legs to pull his head out of the water. With a soft gasp, she continued to pull, until the shade had pulled the God of the Underworld fully out of the river.
Now upon the bank of the river, the shade was now fully freaking out. Cursing in Ancient Greek, she strayed over to the Lord of the Underworld, gently slapping his cheek with her hand to make sure he was still conscious.

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 Posted: Aug 12 2017, 08:53 PM
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The Fates were cruel beings, but such was only natural. After all, they were tied to both life and death, to the inevitable. They had never been kind to Hades. He had been the first born son. As a result, he had triggered his father's latent worries and turned them into insanity. Moreover, he had bared a fair amount of his father's anger, cast into the Underworld unwillingly and forced to experience it first as a prison.

There was a heavy irony to it all.

His life had continued on a similar track. In a manner that was could only be described as miserable and lonely. Any light he found was often taken away. The God of the Underworld resembled his realm well: lonely and dark. It was only natural that once light had managed to settle into his life once more it would slowly begin to be stolen from. After all, the Underworld had been created for those who were dark in nature. There was no room for those who were of the light...was there?

How cruel of the Fates to try and take it by having the very desire wiped from his memory. However, Hades was a stubborn deity. He was a being of the dark who had always reached for the light- the man within the cave who strove to leave despite a lack of knowledge of what lay ahead, Socrates might have mused- and he would not have it stripped of him. Walls were desperately erected within his mind. It was inevitable that the memories would leave, but he could save an imprint. He could save what made Hades Hades.

Consciousness was lost, but the deity was pulled out the river nonetheless. However, the magic kept in place to keep his godly form hidden was lost, revealing a figure who looked more like a humanoid figure of dark mist. As a result, hand could not make contact with him as Eurydice made to slap his cheek.

Yet, all was not lost. Within moments, his body made to reject the water that had entered his system. After all, it would take far more than drowning to kill Hades. He coughed, before his eyes- now a blue like a sky as opposed to their previous dark brown- blearily opened. As he made to sit up, he took one look at his hand before, as if on instinct, snapping back to his previous form.

He paused, glancing around. His expression shifted to troubled and a mixture of emotions- comfort, trouble, and weariness- rolled within the pit of his stomach. He paused as his gaze landed on Eurydice and a look of confusion crossed his face. "Who...are you?" he asked, worrying his lip, "And where am I?"

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 Posted: Sep 16 2017, 08:55 AM
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nother curse parted from her lips, as her hand made no contact with his cheek. Slapping a hand to her own face, she wanted to scream and howl with frustration and despair. How the hell had it gone so wrong, in so little time? She was supposed to serve Persephone, yes? And did that service not extend to the Lord of the Underworld as well?

It was hard to kill a major god, wasn't it? There were myths and the like of gods perishing, but none had she heard that had been murdered by drowning. It was impossible.....hopefully.
Luckily, she managed to compose herself in time for when Hades expelled all the water of the Lethe from his lungs. Eurydice couldn't help the small wince that followed at the sight of all the water. He had forgotten that much.

The shade wasn't going to lie - the very moment he looked up at her, the sudden shift of his eye color from blue to dark brown once again did not come as much of a surprise. Eurydice was aware of the fact that gods could change their form at will, and she merely took this in stride.
Her heart promptly sunk, the vulnerable, confused expression slipping across his features, along with his question directed towards her.

"My Lord - ......I am Eurydice." She looked down at him as she kneeled beside him, a clearly worried look displaying across her usually muted expressional features. Turning to the side, with a swift movement she withdrew a small towel from the basket of linens beside her, handing it over to him. "You're in the Underworld, your home. Dear gods, you've forgotten it all.

A squint. "Have you?"

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 Posted: Sep 16 2017, 08:38 PM
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Hades was confused. His mind was blank. As he tried to think back back, to grasp upon anything, he was met with nothing. There seemed to be nothing. It seemed as though he could not remember anything. He could not recall a name, not when it was given or a single individual using it. He could not recall where he was, not coming to it or having ever been in it. Worse, he could not recall a childhood, a family, or anyone close to him. There was nothing.

Yet, he somehow knew this was impossible. There could not be nothing. He had to have gotten to where he was somehow and he had to have come into existence. Was he not called something. Did this place not have a name? Why could he recall nothing? It was an entirely disconcerting thing.

His lips turned downwards at the fairly...grey individual before him. My...Lord? That sounded like...he was not sure what that sounded like. That was not his name was it? It sounded like a poor one. "My lord?" he echoed, "That is not my name, is it?" He looked at the shade doubtfully. He desperately hoped the answer was no. He should like to choose a new one if it was.

Ah, but he had a name for this grey individual! Eurydice. It did not sound familiar, bringing forth the feeling of a stranger introducing herself. For a moment, he considered thanking her but the thought was quickly banished. She appeared to be quite distressed and seemed to think that he should know this name. Perhaps thank her would be a...poor move.

His expression shifted at the mention of the Underworld and her description of it, becoming far off and displeased. He might have called what came to him a feeling, but the description was not apt. It was not like what came to him when she had given her name. It was like he had the memory to what she spoke about, but it was too far, just out of reach. It formed itself in an emotion that was too strong to be an impression. He just...did not know why he held this emotion.

"The Underworld is not my home," he finally said, sounding far too sure to be just echoing what he thought. His gaze shifted to Eurydice and for a moment he looked horrifically sad. A grief came to him at the mention of it, one which he realized was too strong to be associated with a place which was new. However, the word for what sort of place this was was foreign to him. It took him a moment to find the word, words and their definitions coming to him slowly but surely.

"It is a prison."

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