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The death of a God is something rarely heard of.
However, when the occasion happened - it was recorded through history and recalled through time.
So when a King of Gods died; the entirety of his people, his neighboring nations, his parents, his siblings...everyone would feel the pain of loss from the Dark Lord.
The feeling was doubtless, a pretense like Death
but none too far behind followed Chaos and Sadness.
The Unseen was no longer.
Hades; God of the Underworld - Aidoneus to those whom he cherished,
Kore..his mother.. died most abruptly on the first night of the New Year.
Throughout the World of Gods, a tremor drifted through each of them as the balance slowly swayed to the loss of the Deity. His immortal soul remained intact but the form of his being no longer could sustain itself. Bound to a life of phoenix like renewal, Hades would forever be tangled in a Fate of Death and Rebirth until he could restore his soul's former wholeness. In order to do so, the child he had plundered from the mortal world and forced into their existence would have to be left in the hands of his faithful people. Whether or not the God's new life-cycle ended and the old renewed would depend on the likes of his fellow Underworlders and Olympians that would provide aid - So when the time came to complete the task, it all depended on those he had relied on for eons to offer him the strength he needed to move forward.
The final question remained: Where had Hades soul gone?
And furthermore, when would he be reincarnated?
A young boy wandered the streets between the Pantheons of Olympus. The child appeared to be no more than ten years old with a round face and brilliant golden eyes that set off his long tendrils of black hair. Most defining of his features, however had been the mark that was tattooed on the inside of his wrist. The sign was a tribal rip curl most recognizable to any Olympian or Underworld dweller - It was the sign of the Hadean King. The little boy with wild eyes paused before a half-cracked statue of a God outside of what appeared to be a ransacked temple, long had the home been laid to ruin but the message was still the same. 'You are not welcome here.' It whispered.
The little boy looked up at the statue again, his eyes tracing the face of the God wondering who would do such a thing to a holy monument to a deity. The strong featured face had long been smashed, though half an expression was visible - he had no smile, but yet the statue's eyes remained full of mischief. Sighing, the boy resided to sitting beneath the statue with his back against it's podium and stared off into the Greek quarter while resting his chin on his knees.
"..I don't know where to go."
However, when the occasion happened - it was recorded through history and recalled through time.
So when a King of Gods died; the entirety of his people, his neighboring nations, his parents, his siblings...everyone would feel the pain of loss from the Dark Lord.
The feeling was doubtless, a pretense like Death
but none too far behind followed Chaos and Sadness.
The Unseen was no longer.
Hades; God of the Underworld - Aidoneus to those whom he cherished,
Kore..his mother.. died most abruptly on the first night of the New Year.
Throughout the World of Gods, a tremor drifted through each of them as the balance slowly swayed to the loss of the Deity. His immortal soul remained intact but the form of his being no longer could sustain itself. Bound to a life of phoenix like renewal, Hades would forever be tangled in a Fate of Death and Rebirth until he could restore his soul's former wholeness. In order to do so, the child he had plundered from the mortal world and forced into their existence would have to be left in the hands of his faithful people. Whether or not the God's new life-cycle ended and the old renewed would depend on the likes of his fellow Underworlders and Olympians that would provide aid - So when the time came to complete the task, it all depended on those he had relied on for eons to offer him the strength he needed to move forward.
The final question remained: Where had Hades soul gone?
And furthermore, when would he be reincarnated?
A young boy wandered the streets between the Pantheons of Olympus. The child appeared to be no more than ten years old with a round face and brilliant golden eyes that set off his long tendrils of black hair. Most defining of his features, however had been the mark that was tattooed on the inside of his wrist. The sign was a tribal rip curl most recognizable to any Olympian or Underworld dweller - It was the sign of the Hadean King. The little boy with wild eyes paused before a half-cracked statue of a God outside of what appeared to be a ransacked temple, long had the home been laid to ruin but the message was still the same. 'You are not welcome here.' It whispered.
The little boy looked up at the statue again, his eyes tracing the face of the God wondering who would do such a thing to a holy monument to a deity. The strong featured face had long been smashed, though half an expression was visible - he had no smile, but yet the statue's eyes remained full of mischief. Sighing, the boy resided to sitting beneath the statue with his back against it's podium and stared off into the Greek quarter while resting his chin on his knees.
"..I don't know where to go."