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Going to the underworld for entertainment was not normally something that was first on his list of priorities. But...then again, without the constant thrill of battle, very little was amusing. It was why he liked to turn to his relatives to cause a little bit of war in the heavens. To perhaps liven up the land of the dead. After all, if this wasn't the most depressing place in any realm anywhere, he didn't know what was.
He'd driven his horses as fast as they would go through the skies, streaking like a red meteor until he reached the gates of the underworld. Trudging through the constantly sifting black sands had been nothing short of an adventure. And, as he didn't feel exactly like speaking with any of the souls who rushed him to cling to his arm, he simply boarded Charon's boat and sailed the swirling waters of the Styx until he came to where Cerberus stood sentry.
The massive three headed dog regarded him with keen suspicion but the tail began to wag as Ares held up three treats. It was a deer he'd sliced into thirds, one piece of the body. No one could consider him unkind to dogs. They were one of his favorite beings. So loyal. So vicious when the time came for it. They were nearly perfect. The only thing they lacked was venom, which was why he preferred snakes.
Leaping up and settling himself on a ledge above the heads of Cerberus, he lay on his stomach and reached down, letting the noses of the dog rub his palm and smiling as three tongues lolled over his arm.
"That's a good boy," he cooed.
He flatly ignored the god at the desk giving him a wicked glare. Who cared about that old bore?
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Going to the underworld for entertainment was not normally something that was first on his list of priorities. But...then again, without the constant thrill of battle, very little was amusing. It was why he liked to turn to his relatives to cause a little bit of war in the heavens. To perhaps liven up the land of the dead. After all, if this wasn't the most depressing place in any realm anywhere, he didn't know what was.
He'd driven his horses as fast as they would go through the skies, streaking like a red meteor until he reached the gates of the underworld. Trudging through the constantly sifting black sands had been nothing short of an adventure. And, as he didn't feel exactly like speaking with any of the souls who rushed him to cling to his arm, he simply boarded Charon's boat and sailed the swirling waters of the Styx until he came to where Cerberus stood sentry.
The massive three headed dog regarded him with keen suspicion but the tail began to wag as Ares held up three treats. It was a deer he'd sliced into thirds, one piece of the body. No one could consider him unkind to dogs. They were one of his favorite beings. So loyal. So vicious when the time came for it. They were nearly perfect. The only thing they lacked was venom, which was why he preferred snakes.
Leaping up and settling himself on a ledge above the heads of Cerberus, he lay on his stomach and reached down, letting the noses of the dog rub his palm and smiling as three tongues lolled over his arm.
"That's a good boy," he cooed.
He flatly ignored the god at the desk giving him a wicked glare. Who cared about that old bore?
Going to the underworld for entertainment was not normally something that was first on his list of priorities. But...then again, without the constant thrill of battle, very little was amusing. It was why he liked to turn to his relatives to cause a little bit of war in the heavens. To perhaps liven up the land of the dead. After all, if this wasn't the most depressing place in any realm anywhere, he didn't know what was.
He'd driven his horses as fast as they would go through the skies, streaking like a red meteor until he reached the gates of the underworld. Trudging through the constantly sifting black sands had been nothing short of an adventure. And, as he didn't feel exactly like speaking with any of the souls who rushed him to cling to his arm, he simply boarded Charon's boat and sailed the swirling waters of the Styx until he came to where Cerberus stood sentry.
The massive three headed dog regarded him with keen suspicion but the tail began to wag as Ares held up three treats. It was a deer he'd sliced into thirds, one piece of the body. No one could consider him unkind to dogs. They were one of his favorite beings. So loyal. So vicious when the time came for it. They were nearly perfect. The only thing they lacked was venom, which was why he preferred snakes.
Leaping up and settling himself on a ledge above the heads of Cerberus, he lay on his stomach and reached down, letting the noses of the dog rub his palm and smiling as three tongues lolled over his arm.
"That's a good boy," he cooed.
He flatly ignored the god at the desk giving him a wicked glare. Who cared about that old bore?
The Underworld wasn't exactly somewhere his brethren favored, or visited very often actually. While the first few years after drawing his lot took some time getting used to, over the years Hades has realized that he had come to love the solitude he got from being alone here, away from his squabbling family and feuding brethren, just being alone here where right and wrong was clearly obvious, and lies and deceit can be cleanly seen through. In the world of judgement where the dead souls do not dare lie, for Hades could see his life on a piece of paper, it was a clear cut line between good and evil.
He really hated gray areas.
Over the years, the Lord of the Underworld had set up a nice little system going on. The lines were clear, everyone knew their place and everyone knew what to do. Charon and Hermes were not of his command, but even they knew the way in which the Underworld functioned, and woe on them if they messed up the system he had organized. Just a little over obsessive with his order is what others would call Hades. But the God himself? He just called it perfect.
So when Ares waltzed in as if he owned the place, the dark haired God sitting at the Judgement table had narrowed his eyes. Hades's first warning on Ares's arrival had been Cerberus and his growl, loud enough to reverberate throughout the underground cavern that formed his domain. The three headed guard dog was fiercely hostile to those he knew Hades had not granted an audience too - but at the same time, he was, like any other canine, very easily tempted by food.
So when Ares had thrown the deer to the dog's mouths (which was quickly and swiftly gobbled up), Hades had frowned in annoyance. It was his pet's natural nature, and he was unlikely to change it. But that just meant he had to watch his front gates a little more carefully. "Lord, do you not have your own dogs for Zeus's sake, Ares?" Hades finally snapped, scowling as he waved at the spirits on duty at the Judgement Pavilion, and then straightened up.
Rather then walking, the black cloak around the God of the Underworld swished, and in a blink, he was suddenly standing right next to Ares on the ledge, scowling down at his nephew. "What business brings you here? Be quick and begone. It is a busy time here."
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The Underworld wasn't exactly somewhere his brethren favored, or visited very often actually. While the first few years after drawing his lot took some time getting used to, over the years Hades has realized that he had come to love the solitude he got from being alone here, away from his squabbling family and feuding brethren, just being alone here where right and wrong was clearly obvious, and lies and deceit can be cleanly seen through. In the world of judgement where the dead souls do not dare lie, for Hades could see his life on a piece of paper, it was a clear cut line between good and evil.
He really hated gray areas.
Over the years, the Lord of the Underworld had set up a nice little system going on. The lines were clear, everyone knew their place and everyone knew what to do. Charon and Hermes were not of his command, but even they knew the way in which the Underworld functioned, and woe on them if they messed up the system he had organized. Just a little over obsessive with his order is what others would call Hades. But the God himself? He just called it perfect.
So when Ares waltzed in as if he owned the place, the dark haired God sitting at the Judgement table had narrowed his eyes. Hades's first warning on Ares's arrival had been Cerberus and his growl, loud enough to reverberate throughout the underground cavern that formed his domain. The three headed guard dog was fiercely hostile to those he knew Hades had not granted an audience too - but at the same time, he was, like any other canine, very easily tempted by food.
So when Ares had thrown the deer to the dog's mouths (which was quickly and swiftly gobbled up), Hades had frowned in annoyance. It was his pet's natural nature, and he was unlikely to change it. But that just meant he had to watch his front gates a little more carefully. "Lord, do you not have your own dogs for Zeus's sake, Ares?" Hades finally snapped, scowling as he waved at the spirits on duty at the Judgement Pavilion, and then straightened up.
Rather then walking, the black cloak around the God of the Underworld swished, and in a blink, he was suddenly standing right next to Ares on the ledge, scowling down at his nephew. "What business brings you here? Be quick and begone. It is a busy time here."
The Underworld wasn't exactly somewhere his brethren favored, or visited very often actually. While the first few years after drawing his lot took some time getting used to, over the years Hades has realized that he had come to love the solitude he got from being alone here, away from his squabbling family and feuding brethren, just being alone here where right and wrong was clearly obvious, and lies and deceit can be cleanly seen through. In the world of judgement where the dead souls do not dare lie, for Hades could see his life on a piece of paper, it was a clear cut line between good and evil.
He really hated gray areas.
Over the years, the Lord of the Underworld had set up a nice little system going on. The lines were clear, everyone knew their place and everyone knew what to do. Charon and Hermes were not of his command, but even they knew the way in which the Underworld functioned, and woe on them if they messed up the system he had organized. Just a little over obsessive with his order is what others would call Hades. But the God himself? He just called it perfect.
So when Ares waltzed in as if he owned the place, the dark haired God sitting at the Judgement table had narrowed his eyes. Hades's first warning on Ares's arrival had been Cerberus and his growl, loud enough to reverberate throughout the underground cavern that formed his domain. The three headed guard dog was fiercely hostile to those he knew Hades had not granted an audience too - but at the same time, he was, like any other canine, very easily tempted by food.
So when Ares had thrown the deer to the dog's mouths (which was quickly and swiftly gobbled up), Hades had frowned in annoyance. It was his pet's natural nature, and he was unlikely to change it. But that just meant he had to watch his front gates a little more carefully. "Lord, do you not have your own dogs for Zeus's sake, Ares?" Hades finally snapped, scowling as he waved at the spirits on duty at the Judgement Pavilion, and then straightened up.
Rather then walking, the black cloak around the God of the Underworld swished, and in a blink, he was suddenly standing right next to Ares on the ledge, scowling down at his nephew. "What business brings you here? Be quick and begone. It is a busy time here."
“I have dogs enough,” he answered, flicking his gaze toward Hades as the other rose from the desk to come over in all the doom and darkness that only Hades could properly muster. A grin crossed his features as he gave the enormous monster below a few more lovies.
His own dogs he would not bring to the underworld.They were long lived monsters in their own right; massive beasts with glossy black fur and cruel cast eyes, with love in their being only for their master. But they were dogs. If he brought them here, likely as not, one would grow thirsty and drink for the Styx. Or perhaps, one would accidentally find food somewhere and then be stuck down here. And there would be absolutely nothing he could do about it.
Hades was such a stickler for rules that he was fairly certain that his uncle would not spare even the dog. What was needed here was a woman. Though, Hades was probably going to have to trick her here. This place was terrible and dark. No woman in her right mind would want to stay here for eternity. Not with Mr. Doom and Gloom looming over her and hawkishly watching her every move.
“Can I not come to see how you fare, Hades?” They both knew that would never, ever be the reason he came. “And now that I am here, please, go back and sit. Far be it from me to hold up your work progress. ....I’ll watch from here.” This was better entertainment than he got from most of the gods. Hades was so easy to goad.
Bending further over the ledge, he scratched behind the ears of the middle head of Cerberus. The hound's ears perked forward and the back leg began to do a bit of a half hearted attempt to scratch his side. Ares cooed down at him. "Who's a good monster? You are! Yesss...such a good boy...how many souls have you eaten today? Hmmm?"
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“I have dogs enough,” he answered, flicking his gaze toward Hades as the other rose from the desk to come over in all the doom and darkness that only Hades could properly muster. A grin crossed his features as he gave the enormous monster below a few more lovies.
His own dogs he would not bring to the underworld.They were long lived monsters in their own right; massive beasts with glossy black fur and cruel cast eyes, with love in their being only for their master. But they were dogs. If he brought them here, likely as not, one would grow thirsty and drink for the Styx. Or perhaps, one would accidentally find food somewhere and then be stuck down here. And there would be absolutely nothing he could do about it.
Hades was such a stickler for rules that he was fairly certain that his uncle would not spare even the dog. What was needed here was a woman. Though, Hades was probably going to have to trick her here. This place was terrible and dark. No woman in her right mind would want to stay here for eternity. Not with Mr. Doom and Gloom looming over her and hawkishly watching her every move.
“Can I not come to see how you fare, Hades?” They both knew that would never, ever be the reason he came. “And now that I am here, please, go back and sit. Far be it from me to hold up your work progress. ....I’ll watch from here.” This was better entertainment than he got from most of the gods. Hades was so easy to goad.
Bending further over the ledge, he scratched behind the ears of the middle head of Cerberus. The hound's ears perked forward and the back leg began to do a bit of a half hearted attempt to scratch his side. Ares cooed down at him. "Who's a good monster? You are! Yesss...such a good boy...how many souls have you eaten today? Hmmm?"
“I have dogs enough,” he answered, flicking his gaze toward Hades as the other rose from the desk to come over in all the doom and darkness that only Hades could properly muster. A grin crossed his features as he gave the enormous monster below a few more lovies.
His own dogs he would not bring to the underworld.They were long lived monsters in their own right; massive beasts with glossy black fur and cruel cast eyes, with love in their being only for their master. But they were dogs. If he brought them here, likely as not, one would grow thirsty and drink for the Styx. Or perhaps, one would accidentally find food somewhere and then be stuck down here. And there would be absolutely nothing he could do about it.
Hades was such a stickler for rules that he was fairly certain that his uncle would not spare even the dog. What was needed here was a woman. Though, Hades was probably going to have to trick her here. This place was terrible and dark. No woman in her right mind would want to stay here for eternity. Not with Mr. Doom and Gloom looming over her and hawkishly watching her every move.
“Can I not come to see how you fare, Hades?” They both knew that would never, ever be the reason he came. “And now that I am here, please, go back and sit. Far be it from me to hold up your work progress. ....I’ll watch from here.” This was better entertainment than he got from most of the gods. Hades was so easy to goad.
Bending further over the ledge, he scratched behind the ears of the middle head of Cerberus. The hound's ears perked forward and the back leg began to do a bit of a half hearted attempt to scratch his side. Ares cooed down at him. "Who's a good monster? You are! Yesss...such a good boy...how many souls have you eaten today? Hmmm?"
"The only soul I'll be feeding him is yours, if you don't keep your hands to yourself." Hades snapped back, his scowl deepening if that was even possible. While he knew of Ares's bloodthirsty mongrels, he could not deal with how haphazard and messy that they were, uncontrollable beasts much like their masters themselves. Cerberus was a controlled, well trained one, a mythical beast trained to guard the gates of the Underworld... if only the God of War would stop distracting him.
Would they never understand the need for some semblance or order if anyone wanted to ensure the Underworld ran like clockwork? With the amount of souls he received almost daily to be sorted and given their appropriate afterlives, he'd like to see Ares try to run the place for a day - but then again, that idea would make Hades shudder in fear. There would be no doubt that the God of War would make a fantastic cock up of the place, and the next thing he knew, he had an even bigger mess to clean up.
Rolling his eyes, Hades levelled his nephew a look that clearly said what he knew Ares knew - there was never a need for Ares to come and check on Hades's wellbeing, and if there ever was, he should be afraid of bigger things then whether or not the God of the Underworld was doing well. "I would not leave you alone with a Fury, much less my guard dog, Ares. Get going and tell me why you have arrived here." he stopped, as if in thought, and then smirked. "Was the little fiasco Poseidon and I planned for the King of Waves race in Athenia not enough for you? I have it on good account that many died when Poseidon sent his sharks in."
Using his toes, he nudged Ares's arma way from his dog's middle head, frowning at the lack of discipline Cerberus now had due to Ares's inecessent coddling, and then directed his frown at his nephew. "Have you been lax lately? It's been... not as busy here."
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"The only soul I'll be feeding him is yours, if you don't keep your hands to yourself." Hades snapped back, his scowl deepening if that was even possible. While he knew of Ares's bloodthirsty mongrels, he could not deal with how haphazard and messy that they were, uncontrollable beasts much like their masters themselves. Cerberus was a controlled, well trained one, a mythical beast trained to guard the gates of the Underworld... if only the God of War would stop distracting him.
Would they never understand the need for some semblance or order if anyone wanted to ensure the Underworld ran like clockwork? With the amount of souls he received almost daily to be sorted and given their appropriate afterlives, he'd like to see Ares try to run the place for a day - but then again, that idea would make Hades shudder in fear. There would be no doubt that the God of War would make a fantastic cock up of the place, and the next thing he knew, he had an even bigger mess to clean up.
Rolling his eyes, Hades levelled his nephew a look that clearly said what he knew Ares knew - there was never a need for Ares to come and check on Hades's wellbeing, and if there ever was, he should be afraid of bigger things then whether or not the God of the Underworld was doing well. "I would not leave you alone with a Fury, much less my guard dog, Ares. Get going and tell me why you have arrived here." he stopped, as if in thought, and then smirked. "Was the little fiasco Poseidon and I planned for the King of Waves race in Athenia not enough for you? I have it on good account that many died when Poseidon sent his sharks in."
Using his toes, he nudged Ares's arma way from his dog's middle head, frowning at the lack of discipline Cerberus now had due to Ares's inecessent coddling, and then directed his frown at his nephew. "Have you been lax lately? It's been... not as busy here."
"The only soul I'll be feeding him is yours, if you don't keep your hands to yourself." Hades snapped back, his scowl deepening if that was even possible. While he knew of Ares's bloodthirsty mongrels, he could not deal with how haphazard and messy that they were, uncontrollable beasts much like their masters themselves. Cerberus was a controlled, well trained one, a mythical beast trained to guard the gates of the Underworld... if only the God of War would stop distracting him.
Would they never understand the need for some semblance or order if anyone wanted to ensure the Underworld ran like clockwork? With the amount of souls he received almost daily to be sorted and given their appropriate afterlives, he'd like to see Ares try to run the place for a day - but then again, that idea would make Hades shudder in fear. There would be no doubt that the God of War would make a fantastic cock up of the place, and the next thing he knew, he had an even bigger mess to clean up.
Rolling his eyes, Hades levelled his nephew a look that clearly said what he knew Ares knew - there was never a need for Ares to come and check on Hades's wellbeing, and if there ever was, he should be afraid of bigger things then whether or not the God of the Underworld was doing well. "I would not leave you alone with a Fury, much less my guard dog, Ares. Get going and tell me why you have arrived here." he stopped, as if in thought, and then smirked. "Was the little fiasco Poseidon and I planned for the King of Waves race in Athenia not enough for you? I have it on good account that many died when Poseidon sent his sharks in."
Using his toes, he nudged Ares's arma way from his dog's middle head, frowning at the lack of discipline Cerberus now had due to Ares's inecessent coddling, and then directed his frown at his nephew. "Have you been lax lately? It's been... not as busy here."
Ares merely smirked at Hades’ empty threat. It had never been successfully tested, but he doubted very much that even if he was fed to Cerberus, that he would die. At most, perhaps he would come out the other end a little worse for wear but nothing that Asclepius, Apollo’s son could not handle. No god was better suited to healing, though he doubted that Asclepius would like to put it to the test in that particular way.
Once Hades’ foot nudged his arms out of the way, Ares finally sat back, gave Cerberus one last “Such a sweet boy,” and then stood up, brushing the black of the underworld from his clothes. “I’m bored, Hades,” he finally admitted. “I’ve come for entertainment.” Here he held out his arms wide, as though encompassing the whole of the underworld, before bringing them in like he was going to hug the elder god. “You.”
“It was glorious,” Ares said carefully, clasping his hands behind his back and moving to Hades’ other side. “But...I wasn’t involved. I watched from the sidelines. And yes. My plans are...slow...at the moment. But I would have thought you would approve of that, as you never fail to tell me how ‘endless’” he made air quotations. “Your lines are.”
“I’m thinking of goading Colchis into war with Egypt. Taengea and Athenia would fight with them. And I think it would be...in our best interest to let Ra and his family know their place. Away from us.” In the past, Egypt had tried to take Greece. But had never quite been successful. It needed to stay that way.
"Not that I imagine they are planning an invasion..." An evil smile crossed his features. "But I can't ever be too sure."
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Ares merely smirked at Hades’ empty threat. It had never been successfully tested, but he doubted very much that even if he was fed to Cerberus, that he would die. At most, perhaps he would come out the other end a little worse for wear but nothing that Asclepius, Apollo’s son could not handle. No god was better suited to healing, though he doubted that Asclepius would like to put it to the test in that particular way.
Once Hades’ foot nudged his arms out of the way, Ares finally sat back, gave Cerberus one last “Such a sweet boy,” and then stood up, brushing the black of the underworld from his clothes. “I’m bored, Hades,” he finally admitted. “I’ve come for entertainment.” Here he held out his arms wide, as though encompassing the whole of the underworld, before bringing them in like he was going to hug the elder god. “You.”
“It was glorious,” Ares said carefully, clasping his hands behind his back and moving to Hades’ other side. “But...I wasn’t involved. I watched from the sidelines. And yes. My plans are...slow...at the moment. But I would have thought you would approve of that, as you never fail to tell me how ‘endless’” he made air quotations. “Your lines are.”
“I’m thinking of goading Colchis into war with Egypt. Taengea and Athenia would fight with them. And I think it would be...in our best interest to let Ra and his family know their place. Away from us.” In the past, Egypt had tried to take Greece. But had never quite been successful. It needed to stay that way.
"Not that I imagine they are planning an invasion..." An evil smile crossed his features. "But I can't ever be too sure."
Ares merely smirked at Hades’ empty threat. It had never been successfully tested, but he doubted very much that even if he was fed to Cerberus, that he would die. At most, perhaps he would come out the other end a little worse for wear but nothing that Asclepius, Apollo’s son could not handle. No god was better suited to healing, though he doubted that Asclepius would like to put it to the test in that particular way.
Once Hades’ foot nudged his arms out of the way, Ares finally sat back, gave Cerberus one last “Such a sweet boy,” and then stood up, brushing the black of the underworld from his clothes. “I’m bored, Hades,” he finally admitted. “I’ve come for entertainment.” Here he held out his arms wide, as though encompassing the whole of the underworld, before bringing them in like he was going to hug the elder god. “You.”
“It was glorious,” Ares said carefully, clasping his hands behind his back and moving to Hades’ other side. “But...I wasn’t involved. I watched from the sidelines. And yes. My plans are...slow...at the moment. But I would have thought you would approve of that, as you never fail to tell me how ‘endless’” he made air quotations. “Your lines are.”
“I’m thinking of goading Colchis into war with Egypt. Taengea and Athenia would fight with them. And I think it would be...in our best interest to let Ra and his family know their place. Away from us.” In the past, Egypt had tried to take Greece. But had never quite been successful. It needed to stay that way.
"Not that I imagine they are planning an invasion..." An evil smile crossed his features. "But I can't ever be too sure."
He rolled his eyes - Ares was always bored. His young, upstart of a nephew required constant entertainment worst then a toddler, at least in his opinion. Even with the whole Grecian realm as his chessboard, the most often complaint he heard from the God of War was that he was bored. Although to a certain extent, he guessed he shouldn't complain. It was when he was bored that he stirred up the most disastrous wars that fed its aftermaths into Hades's realm, so he wasn't complaining per say.
But he was a nuisance.
Making a face as Ares brought his outstretched arms towards him, he held out the palm of his hand against the younger God's chest, purposely leaning away as he pushed at Ares to shove him off. "I'm not a clown for your entertainment, young upstart. Is that not what you and Aphrodite are for? Go and look for her then." he sniffed out with a tone of disdain. He had even lesser love for the Goddess, with her meddling ways and her soft manner - Hades thoroughly disliked his niece even more, and made it a point to stay away from the overtly vain and prissy Goddess he found most annoying.
"Well the lines aren't endless now." he muttered, gesturing at the area before the river Styx. It still had many souls wandering around lost, an aftermath of the ridiculous burning the silly crown prince of Colchis had done to the members of the Creed - but none of them could cross the Styx with no payment. So now, it was packed still across the river, but where the Judgement Pavilion was, there was a dwindling line, with at most five or six people waiting. "I'm not bereft by any means... but a little more would be great. Unless you'd like to donate some of your obols to them." he griped in a complaining tone. He was always annoyed when souls piled up and couldn't cross the river. It just meant a serious of backlog of work when their time has come.
The plan Ares presented him had a slow smile coming across the God of the Underworld's lips. Hades smirked, nodding slowly. A lock of his dark hair fell across his obsidian eyes, and he flicked it away before answering. "Goading Colchis shouldn't be difficult. Do you have the Crown Prince in hand? The king is too old, he's... past his prime, at most." he murmured. Hades could almost smell the time to claim the king of Colchis - just as he had recently claimed the life of the Athenian King. Taengea, Athenia... just one more, and he'll have a new set for his Judgement Pavilion. Perfect.
His slow smile had now grown into a smirk, as he raised a skeptical brow at Ares. "Ra, huh? Fair enough. They've been trying their luck recently. I'm still annoyed at Zenon and Minas's treaty with Africa... but they should learn their place, indeed." Each time Africa tried to take Greece under them, the Gods and Goddesses alike had unsheathed their claws and went at it with their Egyptian counterparts - the Grecian Gods were not about to let their realm go without a fight after all. "That outpost in Israel... I don't like it."
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He rolled his eyes - Ares was always bored. His young, upstart of a nephew required constant entertainment worst then a toddler, at least in his opinion. Even with the whole Grecian realm as his chessboard, the most often complaint he heard from the God of War was that he was bored. Although to a certain extent, he guessed he shouldn't complain. It was when he was bored that he stirred up the most disastrous wars that fed its aftermaths into Hades's realm, so he wasn't complaining per say.
But he was a nuisance.
Making a face as Ares brought his outstretched arms towards him, he held out the palm of his hand against the younger God's chest, purposely leaning away as he pushed at Ares to shove him off. "I'm not a clown for your entertainment, young upstart. Is that not what you and Aphrodite are for? Go and look for her then." he sniffed out with a tone of disdain. He had even lesser love for the Goddess, with her meddling ways and her soft manner - Hades thoroughly disliked his niece even more, and made it a point to stay away from the overtly vain and prissy Goddess he found most annoying.
"Well the lines aren't endless now." he muttered, gesturing at the area before the river Styx. It still had many souls wandering around lost, an aftermath of the ridiculous burning the silly crown prince of Colchis had done to the members of the Creed - but none of them could cross the Styx with no payment. So now, it was packed still across the river, but where the Judgement Pavilion was, there was a dwindling line, with at most five or six people waiting. "I'm not bereft by any means... but a little more would be great. Unless you'd like to donate some of your obols to them." he griped in a complaining tone. He was always annoyed when souls piled up and couldn't cross the river. It just meant a serious of backlog of work when their time has come.
The plan Ares presented him had a slow smile coming across the God of the Underworld's lips. Hades smirked, nodding slowly. A lock of his dark hair fell across his obsidian eyes, and he flicked it away before answering. "Goading Colchis shouldn't be difficult. Do you have the Crown Prince in hand? The king is too old, he's... past his prime, at most." he murmured. Hades could almost smell the time to claim the king of Colchis - just as he had recently claimed the life of the Athenian King. Taengea, Athenia... just one more, and he'll have a new set for his Judgement Pavilion. Perfect.
His slow smile had now grown into a smirk, as he raised a skeptical brow at Ares. "Ra, huh? Fair enough. They've been trying their luck recently. I'm still annoyed at Zenon and Minas's treaty with Africa... but they should learn their place, indeed." Each time Africa tried to take Greece under them, the Gods and Goddesses alike had unsheathed their claws and went at it with their Egyptian counterparts - the Grecian Gods were not about to let their realm go without a fight after all. "That outpost in Israel... I don't like it."
He rolled his eyes - Ares was always bored. His young, upstart of a nephew required constant entertainment worst then a toddler, at least in his opinion. Even with the whole Grecian realm as his chessboard, the most often complaint he heard from the God of War was that he was bored. Although to a certain extent, he guessed he shouldn't complain. It was when he was bored that he stirred up the most disastrous wars that fed its aftermaths into Hades's realm, so he wasn't complaining per say.
But he was a nuisance.
Making a face as Ares brought his outstretched arms towards him, he held out the palm of his hand against the younger God's chest, purposely leaning away as he pushed at Ares to shove him off. "I'm not a clown for your entertainment, young upstart. Is that not what you and Aphrodite are for? Go and look for her then." he sniffed out with a tone of disdain. He had even lesser love for the Goddess, with her meddling ways and her soft manner - Hades thoroughly disliked his niece even more, and made it a point to stay away from the overtly vain and prissy Goddess he found most annoying.
"Well the lines aren't endless now." he muttered, gesturing at the area before the river Styx. It still had many souls wandering around lost, an aftermath of the ridiculous burning the silly crown prince of Colchis had done to the members of the Creed - but none of them could cross the Styx with no payment. So now, it was packed still across the river, but where the Judgement Pavilion was, there was a dwindling line, with at most five or six people waiting. "I'm not bereft by any means... but a little more would be great. Unless you'd like to donate some of your obols to them." he griped in a complaining tone. He was always annoyed when souls piled up and couldn't cross the river. It just meant a serious of backlog of work when their time has come.
The plan Ares presented him had a slow smile coming across the God of the Underworld's lips. Hades smirked, nodding slowly. A lock of his dark hair fell across his obsidian eyes, and he flicked it away before answering. "Goading Colchis shouldn't be difficult. Do you have the Crown Prince in hand? The king is too old, he's... past his prime, at most." he murmured. Hades could almost smell the time to claim the king of Colchis - just as he had recently claimed the life of the Athenian King. Taengea, Athenia... just one more, and he'll have a new set for his Judgement Pavilion. Perfect.
His slow smile had now grown into a smirk, as he raised a skeptical brow at Ares. "Ra, huh? Fair enough. They've been trying their luck recently. I'm still annoyed at Zenon and Minas's treaty with Africa... but they should learn their place, indeed." Each time Africa tried to take Greece under them, the Gods and Goddesses alike had unsheathed their claws and went at it with their Egyptian counterparts - the Grecian Gods were not about to let their realm go without a fight after all. "That outpost in Israel... I don't like it."
He swung away from Hades with a roll of his eyes and an unaffected smile as he was pushed away from the hug he’d known he wouldn’t be allowed to complete. The god of the underworld was wound far, far too tight. Of course, the god was responsible for establishing order in the underworld...it would be such a shame if it went awry…
His eyes narrowed when Aphrodite was mentioned. “Tread carefully, Hades,” he warned. The elder god’s opinions on nearly everything were well known, especially when it came to the other gods. Hades wasn’t exactly known for his tact or soft demeanor. But, that was part of the reason that Ares appreciated him at times. Hades didn’t care enough about anyone’s feelings to lie. That was valuable.
As Hades indicated the line, and then the one across the river, Ares merely smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “The weak do not deserve to pass,” he said. “Their relatives should have planned better. Let them stay there. In one hundred years, or a thousand, they will come. You beg me from one side of your mouth to send you more and out of the other side, you ask me to stay my hand. Which is it?”
Jumping down from the ledge, he landed lightly on the floor and started walking toward Hades’ desk as he listened to the other god mulling over the Egyptian gods and the outpost. “No, nor I,” he said distantly, now close enough to the desk to lean over it and look at the papers there.
He lifted the corner of one to glance at the one underneath. His gaze slid sideways to Hades before he swiftly tucked the top paper on the bottom of the pile. He’d blocked the motion with his body and made to actually sit in the chair behind the desk.
Cerberus whined at him from his place by the gate. Ares made a kissy face at the dog.
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He swung away from Hades with a roll of his eyes and an unaffected smile as he was pushed away from the hug he’d known he wouldn’t be allowed to complete. The god of the underworld was wound far, far too tight. Of course, the god was responsible for establishing order in the underworld...it would be such a shame if it went awry…
His eyes narrowed when Aphrodite was mentioned. “Tread carefully, Hades,” he warned. The elder god’s opinions on nearly everything were well known, especially when it came to the other gods. Hades wasn’t exactly known for his tact or soft demeanor. But, that was part of the reason that Ares appreciated him at times. Hades didn’t care enough about anyone’s feelings to lie. That was valuable.
As Hades indicated the line, and then the one across the river, Ares merely smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “The weak do not deserve to pass,” he said. “Their relatives should have planned better. Let them stay there. In one hundred years, or a thousand, they will come. You beg me from one side of your mouth to send you more and out of the other side, you ask me to stay my hand. Which is it?”
Jumping down from the ledge, he landed lightly on the floor and started walking toward Hades’ desk as he listened to the other god mulling over the Egyptian gods and the outpost. “No, nor I,” he said distantly, now close enough to the desk to lean over it and look at the papers there.
He lifted the corner of one to glance at the one underneath. His gaze slid sideways to Hades before he swiftly tucked the top paper on the bottom of the pile. He’d blocked the motion with his body and made to actually sit in the chair behind the desk.
Cerberus whined at him from his place by the gate. Ares made a kissy face at the dog.
He swung away from Hades with a roll of his eyes and an unaffected smile as he was pushed away from the hug he’d known he wouldn’t be allowed to complete. The god of the underworld was wound far, far too tight. Of course, the god was responsible for establishing order in the underworld...it would be such a shame if it went awry…
His eyes narrowed when Aphrodite was mentioned. “Tread carefully, Hades,” he warned. The elder god’s opinions on nearly everything were well known, especially when it came to the other gods. Hades wasn’t exactly known for his tact or soft demeanor. But, that was part of the reason that Ares appreciated him at times. Hades didn’t care enough about anyone’s feelings to lie. That was valuable.
As Hades indicated the line, and then the one across the river, Ares merely smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “The weak do not deserve to pass,” he said. “Their relatives should have planned better. Let them stay there. In one hundred years, or a thousand, they will come. You beg me from one side of your mouth to send you more and out of the other side, you ask me to stay my hand. Which is it?”
Jumping down from the ledge, he landed lightly on the floor and started walking toward Hades’ desk as he listened to the other god mulling over the Egyptian gods and the outpost. “No, nor I,” he said distantly, now close enough to the desk to lean over it and look at the papers there.
He lifted the corner of one to glance at the one underneath. His gaze slid sideways to Hades before he swiftly tucked the top paper on the bottom of the pile. He’d blocked the motion with his body and made to actually sit in the chair behind the desk.
Cerberus whined at him from his place by the gate. Ares made a kissy face at the dog.
Anymore,and his eyes would roll out of their sockets. He'd never understand his brethren and their infatuation with carousing as much as possible, be it with each other, or with those funny mortals they deemed worthy. Hades himself was a picky creature, and had indulged in only a few over the years. A few of which had caused his niece much distress indeed, but he had taken great amusement in watching the beautiful goddess storm his realm with much agitation and annoyance.
It was fun.
But knowing Ares, Hades let the matter rest with a grunt, and instead turned to listen as his nephew spoke again. His words held truth - but it wasn't as if it mattered whether they were weak or strong. In the Underworld, Hades judged all souls who passed on a fair scale, regardless of their strength, mental or physical. It is their deeds, doings and thoughts that mattered most when it came to their time in front of the Judgement Pavilion, and nothing escaped his Tome of Life, no matter how much they tried to lie their way to Elysium.
"Send me more - but for goodness sake make sure they have a way of passing. Charon can not take their whines and begs any longer, I think." he muttered, indicating the frustrated look of the boatman guarding the banks of the River Styx. "It wasn't as if your mortals had any thought for what happened in the Underworld for them - such disrespect for my realm I've never seen." he finished with a spat.
His eyes followed Ares, and when Hades noticed the God of War heading for his table, the Lord of the Underworld was quick to swirl his black smoke, appearing right as Ares finished a suspicious motion with his hands. The God frowned, hesitancy clear in the way he watched Ares even as the younger one planted his bottom in the chair he sat, a chair made of dark black wood. He was lucky it had not been his personal ebony throne, carved out of the bones of bodies and souls that had passed by his realm over the centuries. Skulls of kings and ribs of queens made up is royal seating place - but he only sat upon there when he had the Pavilion filled, and he only need one more King.
Just one more, before he could have Minas, Zenon, and Tython seated as his servants, passing judgement to all who came to the table. One more, before he could return to his ebony throne.
"If you don't, then do something about it, Ares." he snarled, stalking towards the table. With a swing of his hand behind him, the large, Stygian iron gates swung shut in a harshness that mirrored Hades's frustration. "Set Colchis on fire against Egypt. Pit blood against blood. And bring me Tython's soul." his voice reverberated with a dark grin. With a wave of his hand, a small, smoky orb appeared for Ares to see, and in it was an image of two glass cells, the soul of the two dead Kings on either side. One of Zenon - hale and the image of how he was before he died. The other was of Minas - a new addition to Hades's collection, and one of three he intended to get before they were put to use.
"Complete my collection, and I promise you I'll help you in your endeavours."
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Anymore,and his eyes would roll out of their sockets. He'd never understand his brethren and their infatuation with carousing as much as possible, be it with each other, or with those funny mortals they deemed worthy. Hades himself was a picky creature, and had indulged in only a few over the years. A few of which had caused his niece much distress indeed, but he had taken great amusement in watching the beautiful goddess storm his realm with much agitation and annoyance.
It was fun.
But knowing Ares, Hades let the matter rest with a grunt, and instead turned to listen as his nephew spoke again. His words held truth - but it wasn't as if it mattered whether they were weak or strong. In the Underworld, Hades judged all souls who passed on a fair scale, regardless of their strength, mental or physical. It is their deeds, doings and thoughts that mattered most when it came to their time in front of the Judgement Pavilion, and nothing escaped his Tome of Life, no matter how much they tried to lie their way to Elysium.
"Send me more - but for goodness sake make sure they have a way of passing. Charon can not take their whines and begs any longer, I think." he muttered, indicating the frustrated look of the boatman guarding the banks of the River Styx. "It wasn't as if your mortals had any thought for what happened in the Underworld for them - such disrespect for my realm I've never seen." he finished with a spat.
His eyes followed Ares, and when Hades noticed the God of War heading for his table, the Lord of the Underworld was quick to swirl his black smoke, appearing right as Ares finished a suspicious motion with his hands. The God frowned, hesitancy clear in the way he watched Ares even as the younger one planted his bottom in the chair he sat, a chair made of dark black wood. He was lucky it had not been his personal ebony throne, carved out of the bones of bodies and souls that had passed by his realm over the centuries. Skulls of kings and ribs of queens made up is royal seating place - but he only sat upon there when he had the Pavilion filled, and he only need one more King.
Just one more, before he could have Minas, Zenon, and Tython seated as his servants, passing judgement to all who came to the table. One more, before he could return to his ebony throne.
"If you don't, then do something about it, Ares." he snarled, stalking towards the table. With a swing of his hand behind him, the large, Stygian iron gates swung shut in a harshness that mirrored Hades's frustration. "Set Colchis on fire against Egypt. Pit blood against blood. And bring me Tython's soul." his voice reverberated with a dark grin. With a wave of his hand, a small, smoky orb appeared for Ares to see, and in it was an image of two glass cells, the soul of the two dead Kings on either side. One of Zenon - hale and the image of how he was before he died. The other was of Minas - a new addition to Hades's collection, and one of three he intended to get before they were put to use.
"Complete my collection, and I promise you I'll help you in your endeavours."
Anymore,and his eyes would roll out of their sockets. He'd never understand his brethren and their infatuation with carousing as much as possible, be it with each other, or with those funny mortals they deemed worthy. Hades himself was a picky creature, and had indulged in only a few over the years. A few of which had caused his niece much distress indeed, but he had taken great amusement in watching the beautiful goddess storm his realm with much agitation and annoyance.
It was fun.
But knowing Ares, Hades let the matter rest with a grunt, and instead turned to listen as his nephew spoke again. His words held truth - but it wasn't as if it mattered whether they were weak or strong. In the Underworld, Hades judged all souls who passed on a fair scale, regardless of their strength, mental or physical. It is their deeds, doings and thoughts that mattered most when it came to their time in front of the Judgement Pavilion, and nothing escaped his Tome of Life, no matter how much they tried to lie their way to Elysium.
"Send me more - but for goodness sake make sure they have a way of passing. Charon can not take their whines and begs any longer, I think." he muttered, indicating the frustrated look of the boatman guarding the banks of the River Styx. "It wasn't as if your mortals had any thought for what happened in the Underworld for them - such disrespect for my realm I've never seen." he finished with a spat.
His eyes followed Ares, and when Hades noticed the God of War heading for his table, the Lord of the Underworld was quick to swirl his black smoke, appearing right as Ares finished a suspicious motion with his hands. The God frowned, hesitancy clear in the way he watched Ares even as the younger one planted his bottom in the chair he sat, a chair made of dark black wood. He was lucky it had not been his personal ebony throne, carved out of the bones of bodies and souls that had passed by his realm over the centuries. Skulls of kings and ribs of queens made up is royal seating place - but he only sat upon there when he had the Pavilion filled, and he only need one more King.
Just one more, before he could have Minas, Zenon, and Tython seated as his servants, passing judgement to all who came to the table. One more, before he could return to his ebony throne.
"If you don't, then do something about it, Ares." he snarled, stalking towards the table. With a swing of his hand behind him, the large, Stygian iron gates swung shut in a harshness that mirrored Hades's frustration. "Set Colchis on fire against Egypt. Pit blood against blood. And bring me Tython's soul." his voice reverberated with a dark grin. With a wave of his hand, a small, smoky orb appeared for Ares to see, and in it was an image of two glass cells, the soul of the two dead Kings on either side. One of Zenon - hale and the image of how he was before he died. The other was of Minas - a new addition to Hades's collection, and one of three he intended to get before they were put to use.
"Complete my collection, and I promise you I'll help you in your endeavours."
"I'm not responsible for how the mortals attend to their dead," Ares waved his hand as though he couldn't care less if Hades had banks chock full of souls that could not cross. "But, if it pleases you, I will limit my involvement just enough that they'll be able to collect their dead and perform the rites. Satisfied?"
Hades' sudden anger about the other gods was a little shocking but not unwelcome. Ares took no offense whatsoever when his uncle commanded him to 'do something about it'.
"Set Colchis on fire against Egypt. Pit blood against blood. And bring me Tython's soul."
"Careful, Hades," Ares smirked up at the elder god, amused. "I hear misfortune favors the greedy..." It was fun to poke at the god of the underworld but never too far. Ares rather liked the brusque god. Even if his realm was incredibly depressing. As he sat at the desk, he felt big eyes resting upon him.
A slip of a girl was staring at him, her eyes huge and wide and sad. She wasn't pretty. Her hair was lank and her face thin as a grain of barley. "What?" Ares asked irritably. "You can wait. We," here he motioned between himself and Hades. "Are having a conversation." And then he turned bodily around so that one leg was up on the chair's arm and his shoulder was facing the girl. "Honestly. I don't know how you put up with this nonsense. Can I send her to wherever the eternal torture is? I'm going to do it. Here, what's your name?"
The soul widened her eyes, looking scared and appealing at Hades. But she didn't speak. None of them did. They were souls. Until they reached where they were supposed to go, in her case, probably the Asphodel fields, she likely wouldn't be able to talk at all. Hades was their voice, their judge, and their jury. Or, at least that's the way Ares assumed.
He lazily rifled through a few papers, perfectly happy to make good on the threat if Hades didn't interfere.
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"I'm not responsible for how the mortals attend to their dead," Ares waved his hand as though he couldn't care less if Hades had banks chock full of souls that could not cross. "But, if it pleases you, I will limit my involvement just enough that they'll be able to collect their dead and perform the rites. Satisfied?"
Hades' sudden anger about the other gods was a little shocking but not unwelcome. Ares took no offense whatsoever when his uncle commanded him to 'do something about it'.
"Set Colchis on fire against Egypt. Pit blood against blood. And bring me Tython's soul."
"Careful, Hades," Ares smirked up at the elder god, amused. "I hear misfortune favors the greedy..." It was fun to poke at the god of the underworld but never too far. Ares rather liked the brusque god. Even if his realm was incredibly depressing. As he sat at the desk, he felt big eyes resting upon him.
A slip of a girl was staring at him, her eyes huge and wide and sad. She wasn't pretty. Her hair was lank and her face thin as a grain of barley. "What?" Ares asked irritably. "You can wait. We," here he motioned between himself and Hades. "Are having a conversation." And then he turned bodily around so that one leg was up on the chair's arm and his shoulder was facing the girl. "Honestly. I don't know how you put up with this nonsense. Can I send her to wherever the eternal torture is? I'm going to do it. Here, what's your name?"
The soul widened her eyes, looking scared and appealing at Hades. But she didn't speak. None of them did. They were souls. Until they reached where they were supposed to go, in her case, probably the Asphodel fields, she likely wouldn't be able to talk at all. Hades was their voice, their judge, and their jury. Or, at least that's the way Ares assumed.
He lazily rifled through a few papers, perfectly happy to make good on the threat if Hades didn't interfere.
"I'm not responsible for how the mortals attend to their dead," Ares waved his hand as though he couldn't care less if Hades had banks chock full of souls that could not cross. "But, if it pleases you, I will limit my involvement just enough that they'll be able to collect their dead and perform the rites. Satisfied?"
Hades' sudden anger about the other gods was a little shocking but not unwelcome. Ares took no offense whatsoever when his uncle commanded him to 'do something about it'.
"Set Colchis on fire against Egypt. Pit blood against blood. And bring me Tython's soul."
"Careful, Hades," Ares smirked up at the elder god, amused. "I hear misfortune favors the greedy..." It was fun to poke at the god of the underworld but never too far. Ares rather liked the brusque god. Even if his realm was incredibly depressing. As he sat at the desk, he felt big eyes resting upon him.
A slip of a girl was staring at him, her eyes huge and wide and sad. She wasn't pretty. Her hair was lank and her face thin as a grain of barley. "What?" Ares asked irritably. "You can wait. We," here he motioned between himself and Hades. "Are having a conversation." And then he turned bodily around so that one leg was up on the chair's arm and his shoulder was facing the girl. "Honestly. I don't know how you put up with this nonsense. Can I send her to wherever the eternal torture is? I'm going to do it. Here, what's your name?"
The soul widened her eyes, looking scared and appealing at Hades. But she didn't speak. None of them did. They were souls. Until they reached where they were supposed to go, in her case, probably the Asphodel fields, she likely wouldn't be able to talk at all. Hades was their voice, their judge, and their jury. Or, at least that's the way Ares assumed.
He lazily rifled through a few papers, perfectly happy to make good on the threat if Hades didn't interfere.
He was satisfied with Ares's meeting him in the middle, at least. While Hades was not one to deny having more souls, most of them were of no use to him when they were stuck on the wrong ends of the banks, annoying his ferrymen and merely aggravating Cerberus more by their cries of mercy and wails of despair. Not to mention, the Stygian iron gates did nothing to stop the sounds from filtering through, so he got the bulk of the frustration too.
Dark irises flickered to Ares's smirk, and he rolled his eyes. "I am not greedy." With a flick of his hand behind him, a swirl of dark mist resulted in a dark mirror, in where two souls were reflected, each kept in different caverns. Both were kings.... one old and soulful, another young and obviously taken before his prime, but clearly confused at the way he seemed quite surprised at where he was for now.
Both silent.
One, the former king of Taengea, the other, the newly passed on King of Athenia. Both his. And he simply needed one more. Hades's dark eyes were like black ink as he glanced at the image he had conjured, smirking. "I merely want to complete my collection, and Tython would be my crowning glory."
Barely noticing the slip of a girl's soul watching Ares and Hades,only when Ares barked in irritation, did the elder god turn around, and frown at the obvious way in which the young soul wanted attention. She could not speak - all of them could not, once they have crossed the River Styx to arrive in his domain and passed the Stygian gates. "Tartarus." he muttered in response to Ares, sweeping forward to stand before the soul as her eyes widened, first at Ares's address of her, and then of Hades approaching her.
Extending a hand, as if he had summoned without a word, a scroll was fished out from the stack Ares was rifling through, and went shooting to land directly in his hands. Letting his gaze fall on the scrawled words, Hades briefly gazed at the scared looking soul, and then back to observe her life as dictated to him on her scroll. "She has done no fault. But neither have you done anything that grants you Elysium." Despite being all that was dark, broody and mysterious, Hades was nothing if not painfully fair, and his mind worked like clockwork when passing judgement.
As his eyes scanned down the lines of her young life, he raised a brow at the most recent happenings before her death. "Years spent waiting on a love who had married another?" The God clicked his tongue, his decision easily made. "Mourning Fields."
As if his decision was a command, two Harpies appeared, wings extended, uncaring of the terrified look of the soul. They descended upon her ethereal body, and with vise like claws, clamped themselves over the arms of her, swooping her away to the fields where those of unrequited love would remain for eternity. Only then, did Hades turn back and level a dry stare at his nephew. "Do not interfere in my judgements in the Underworld. My threat to send you to Tartarus still stands, nephew."
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He was satisfied with Ares's meeting him in the middle, at least. While Hades was not one to deny having more souls, most of them were of no use to him when they were stuck on the wrong ends of the banks, annoying his ferrymen and merely aggravating Cerberus more by their cries of mercy and wails of despair. Not to mention, the Stygian iron gates did nothing to stop the sounds from filtering through, so he got the bulk of the frustration too.
Dark irises flickered to Ares's smirk, and he rolled his eyes. "I am not greedy." With a flick of his hand behind him, a swirl of dark mist resulted in a dark mirror, in where two souls were reflected, each kept in different caverns. Both were kings.... one old and soulful, another young and obviously taken before his prime, but clearly confused at the way he seemed quite surprised at where he was for now.
Both silent.
One, the former king of Taengea, the other, the newly passed on King of Athenia. Both his. And he simply needed one more. Hades's dark eyes were like black ink as he glanced at the image he had conjured, smirking. "I merely want to complete my collection, and Tython would be my crowning glory."
Barely noticing the slip of a girl's soul watching Ares and Hades,only when Ares barked in irritation, did the elder god turn around, and frown at the obvious way in which the young soul wanted attention. She could not speak - all of them could not, once they have crossed the River Styx to arrive in his domain and passed the Stygian gates. "Tartarus." he muttered in response to Ares, sweeping forward to stand before the soul as her eyes widened, first at Ares's address of her, and then of Hades approaching her.
Extending a hand, as if he had summoned without a word, a scroll was fished out from the stack Ares was rifling through, and went shooting to land directly in his hands. Letting his gaze fall on the scrawled words, Hades briefly gazed at the scared looking soul, and then back to observe her life as dictated to him on her scroll. "She has done no fault. But neither have you done anything that grants you Elysium." Despite being all that was dark, broody and mysterious, Hades was nothing if not painfully fair, and his mind worked like clockwork when passing judgement.
As his eyes scanned down the lines of her young life, he raised a brow at the most recent happenings before her death. "Years spent waiting on a love who had married another?" The God clicked his tongue, his decision easily made. "Mourning Fields."
As if his decision was a command, two Harpies appeared, wings extended, uncaring of the terrified look of the soul. They descended upon her ethereal body, and with vise like claws, clamped themselves over the arms of her, swooping her away to the fields where those of unrequited love would remain for eternity. Only then, did Hades turn back and level a dry stare at his nephew. "Do not interfere in my judgements in the Underworld. My threat to send you to Tartarus still stands, nephew."
He was satisfied with Ares's meeting him in the middle, at least. While Hades was not one to deny having more souls, most of them were of no use to him when they were stuck on the wrong ends of the banks, annoying his ferrymen and merely aggravating Cerberus more by their cries of mercy and wails of despair. Not to mention, the Stygian iron gates did nothing to stop the sounds from filtering through, so he got the bulk of the frustration too.
Dark irises flickered to Ares's smirk, and he rolled his eyes. "I am not greedy." With a flick of his hand behind him, a swirl of dark mist resulted in a dark mirror, in where two souls were reflected, each kept in different caverns. Both were kings.... one old and soulful, another young and obviously taken before his prime, but clearly confused at the way he seemed quite surprised at where he was for now.
Both silent.
One, the former king of Taengea, the other, the newly passed on King of Athenia. Both his. And he simply needed one more. Hades's dark eyes were like black ink as he glanced at the image he had conjured, smirking. "I merely want to complete my collection, and Tython would be my crowning glory."
Barely noticing the slip of a girl's soul watching Ares and Hades,only when Ares barked in irritation, did the elder god turn around, and frown at the obvious way in which the young soul wanted attention. She could not speak - all of them could not, once they have crossed the River Styx to arrive in his domain and passed the Stygian gates. "Tartarus." he muttered in response to Ares, sweeping forward to stand before the soul as her eyes widened, first at Ares's address of her, and then of Hades approaching her.
Extending a hand, as if he had summoned without a word, a scroll was fished out from the stack Ares was rifling through, and went shooting to land directly in his hands. Letting his gaze fall on the scrawled words, Hades briefly gazed at the scared looking soul, and then back to observe her life as dictated to him on her scroll. "She has done no fault. But neither have you done anything that grants you Elysium." Despite being all that was dark, broody and mysterious, Hades was nothing if not painfully fair, and his mind worked like clockwork when passing judgement.
As his eyes scanned down the lines of her young life, he raised a brow at the most recent happenings before her death. "Years spent waiting on a love who had married another?" The God clicked his tongue, his decision easily made. "Mourning Fields."
As if his decision was a command, two Harpies appeared, wings extended, uncaring of the terrified look of the soul. They descended upon her ethereal body, and with vise like claws, clamped themselves over the arms of her, swooping her away to the fields where those of unrequited love would remain for eternity. Only then, did Hades turn back and level a dry stare at his nephew. "Do not interfere in my judgements in the Underworld. My threat to send you to Tartarus still stands, nephew."
When Hades conjured the mirror, Ares twisted around in the chair to get a look. Ah yes, familiar faces. He knew Zenon’s face a bit better than Minas but that was to be expected. It wasn’t as if he spent much time in Athenia. Specifically because the populace did not hold him in very high esteem. Well. He’d see about that.
But his gaze drifted to Hades, whose expression was nearly fond as he looked at his two treasured souls. “I had no idea you felt so strongly,” Ares teased. “I thought that adoring look was one you saved for your mutt.” But it was impressive, nonetheless. Two kings, soon to be three. Of course he would help Hades achieve such a goal. It was too interesting not to.
Once their attention was back on the soul, however, Ares turned back around and watched as Hades summoned the very paper. Show off. Perhaps Ares could have done the same….if he instinctively knew which soul was in front of him. But he didn’t.
“Tartarus,” he whispered under his breath, as though he needed to commit that to memory. Though, in reality, his eyes were on the girl’s soul and he was more taunting her with the threat of the abysmal pit instead.
"She has done no fault. But neither have you done anything that grants you Elysium,” Hades said. Ares slapped his palm on the desk’s top and stared accusingly at the girl.
“Agreed! Why haven’t you done anything heroic?” he demanded. “Or interesting?” He sat back, shaking his head at her. The soul’s eyes flicked briefly to the war god, now blatantly unsure what was going on...or why Ares was here. This was not what she’d been led to believe would happen once she got to the underworld….Her attention was caught by Hades as he continued reading.
"Years spent waiting on a love who had married another?"
While Hades pondered that, Ares let out a rude “Pfft,” and shook his head. “Waste.” He put his legs down so that both his feet were flat on the ground and he practically leaned across the desk at the girl. “Waaaassste. The least you could have done was move on.”
"Mourning Fields."
“Remind me why we have those?” Ares mused aloud.
The soul, however, seemed satisfied with this, though she was afraid of the harpies. Ares’s eyes followed their progress first and then he leaned back to appreciate the horrid bird women as they snatched the soul by either arm and carried her away. He whistled and gestured back at them with his thumb. “I want some. I can threaten the little underlings that follow Aphrodite around…” he grinned. “That’d be amazing.”
Once the harpies and soul were gone, and Hades had reminded Ares of his likely very real, though ultimately unfollow-through-able threat, Ares stood up from the chair. “Alright, alright,” he conceded. “I’m just saying, I think you’re being a little too lenient with the weak ones but it’s your deal.” He held up his hands as though he was done with this whole slimy business. “I can see why you’re always so incredibly grumpy.”
With a wave of his hand, he disappeared with a taunting smirk, leaving Hades and his underworld alone. For now.
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When Hades conjured the mirror, Ares twisted around in the chair to get a look. Ah yes, familiar faces. He knew Zenon’s face a bit better than Minas but that was to be expected. It wasn’t as if he spent much time in Athenia. Specifically because the populace did not hold him in very high esteem. Well. He’d see about that.
But his gaze drifted to Hades, whose expression was nearly fond as he looked at his two treasured souls. “I had no idea you felt so strongly,” Ares teased. “I thought that adoring look was one you saved for your mutt.” But it was impressive, nonetheless. Two kings, soon to be three. Of course he would help Hades achieve such a goal. It was too interesting not to.
Once their attention was back on the soul, however, Ares turned back around and watched as Hades summoned the very paper. Show off. Perhaps Ares could have done the same….if he instinctively knew which soul was in front of him. But he didn’t.
“Tartarus,” he whispered under his breath, as though he needed to commit that to memory. Though, in reality, his eyes were on the girl’s soul and he was more taunting her with the threat of the abysmal pit instead.
"She has done no fault. But neither have you done anything that grants you Elysium,” Hades said. Ares slapped his palm on the desk’s top and stared accusingly at the girl.
“Agreed! Why haven’t you done anything heroic?” he demanded. “Or interesting?” He sat back, shaking his head at her. The soul’s eyes flicked briefly to the war god, now blatantly unsure what was going on...or why Ares was here. This was not what she’d been led to believe would happen once she got to the underworld….Her attention was caught by Hades as he continued reading.
"Years spent waiting on a love who had married another?"
While Hades pondered that, Ares let out a rude “Pfft,” and shook his head. “Waste.” He put his legs down so that both his feet were flat on the ground and he practically leaned across the desk at the girl. “Waaaassste. The least you could have done was move on.”
"Mourning Fields."
“Remind me why we have those?” Ares mused aloud.
The soul, however, seemed satisfied with this, though she was afraid of the harpies. Ares’s eyes followed their progress first and then he leaned back to appreciate the horrid bird women as they snatched the soul by either arm and carried her away. He whistled and gestured back at them with his thumb. “I want some. I can threaten the little underlings that follow Aphrodite around…” he grinned. “That’d be amazing.”
Once the harpies and soul were gone, and Hades had reminded Ares of his likely very real, though ultimately unfollow-through-able threat, Ares stood up from the chair. “Alright, alright,” he conceded. “I’m just saying, I think you’re being a little too lenient with the weak ones but it’s your deal.” He held up his hands as though he was done with this whole slimy business. “I can see why you’re always so incredibly grumpy.”
With a wave of his hand, he disappeared with a taunting smirk, leaving Hades and his underworld alone. For now.
When Hades conjured the mirror, Ares twisted around in the chair to get a look. Ah yes, familiar faces. He knew Zenon’s face a bit better than Minas but that was to be expected. It wasn’t as if he spent much time in Athenia. Specifically because the populace did not hold him in very high esteem. Well. He’d see about that.
But his gaze drifted to Hades, whose expression was nearly fond as he looked at his two treasured souls. “I had no idea you felt so strongly,” Ares teased. “I thought that adoring look was one you saved for your mutt.” But it was impressive, nonetheless. Two kings, soon to be three. Of course he would help Hades achieve such a goal. It was too interesting not to.
Once their attention was back on the soul, however, Ares turned back around and watched as Hades summoned the very paper. Show off. Perhaps Ares could have done the same….if he instinctively knew which soul was in front of him. But he didn’t.
“Tartarus,” he whispered under his breath, as though he needed to commit that to memory. Though, in reality, his eyes were on the girl’s soul and he was more taunting her with the threat of the abysmal pit instead.
"She has done no fault. But neither have you done anything that grants you Elysium,” Hades said. Ares slapped his palm on the desk’s top and stared accusingly at the girl.
“Agreed! Why haven’t you done anything heroic?” he demanded. “Or interesting?” He sat back, shaking his head at her. The soul’s eyes flicked briefly to the war god, now blatantly unsure what was going on...or why Ares was here. This was not what she’d been led to believe would happen once she got to the underworld….Her attention was caught by Hades as he continued reading.
"Years spent waiting on a love who had married another?"
While Hades pondered that, Ares let out a rude “Pfft,” and shook his head. “Waste.” He put his legs down so that both his feet were flat on the ground and he practically leaned across the desk at the girl. “Waaaassste. The least you could have done was move on.”
"Mourning Fields."
“Remind me why we have those?” Ares mused aloud.
The soul, however, seemed satisfied with this, though she was afraid of the harpies. Ares’s eyes followed their progress first and then he leaned back to appreciate the horrid bird women as they snatched the soul by either arm and carried her away. He whistled and gestured back at them with his thumb. “I want some. I can threaten the little underlings that follow Aphrodite around…” he grinned. “That’d be amazing.”
Once the harpies and soul were gone, and Hades had reminded Ares of his likely very real, though ultimately unfollow-through-able threat, Ares stood up from the chair. “Alright, alright,” he conceded. “I’m just saying, I think you’re being a little too lenient with the weak ones but it’s your deal.” He held up his hands as though he was done with this whole slimy business. “I can see why you’re always so incredibly grumpy.”
With a wave of his hand, he disappeared with a taunting smirk, leaving Hades and his underworld alone. For now.
With every commentary Ares gave, the elder god internally twitched. It took all of his effort to not turn around and smack his nephew over the head, but knowing the pride of the War God that far surpassed his body, he resisted, and merely gritted his teeth till he got to the end, and the harpies brought the soul to where he had dictated.
"The Mourning Fields are for those to reflect on the life they've wasted pining after something they can never have, instead of moving forward to something better." Hades answered in a deadpan tone, as he moved back towards his seat that was still occupied by Ares. With a dry stare at his nephew, he rolled his eyes, knowing full well Ares would never be able to have control over the harpies. The Underworld held a wealth of creatures, most of them existing to assist him in running his vast realm, far greater then that of his brethren, save his own two brothers. But if the God of War wanted, he can try. Hades was not above loaning him the use of his harpies. He was sure the bird women would be returned within the week.
The moment the younger immortal stood up, Hades wasted no time in dropping into his ebony chair, glad to be returned to his seat. Watching Ares as he strolled, the male rolled hiseyes. "If you had your way, Tartarus would be filled within the week. But let's not enrage Kronos, shall we?" he drawled, his smile a wry one. His father, the Titan, still resided in chains at the bottom of the Tartarus gorge, and it was this gorge that his brothers entrusted to him to guard. For Kronos to ever be released would spell certain disaster on the realm they watched over, and Hades, as much as he liked death, would not want the whole of Greece to be wiped out.
Without blinking an eye when Ares disappeared, Hades let his words sink in, before he waved a hand for the Harpies at the gate to allow more souls in, a quick wave of his hand sending more scrolls for his perusal. Ares wasn't wrong - Hades had plenty to do, and most of it contributed to his grumpy, dark manner. But wen it came down to it, he enjoyed his job, to a certain extent. Especially when he played a game of life and death.
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With every commentary Ares gave, the elder god internally twitched. It took all of his effort to not turn around and smack his nephew over the head, but knowing the pride of the War God that far surpassed his body, he resisted, and merely gritted his teeth till he got to the end, and the harpies brought the soul to where he had dictated.
"The Mourning Fields are for those to reflect on the life they've wasted pining after something they can never have, instead of moving forward to something better." Hades answered in a deadpan tone, as he moved back towards his seat that was still occupied by Ares. With a dry stare at his nephew, he rolled his eyes, knowing full well Ares would never be able to have control over the harpies. The Underworld held a wealth of creatures, most of them existing to assist him in running his vast realm, far greater then that of his brethren, save his own two brothers. But if the God of War wanted, he can try. Hades was not above loaning him the use of his harpies. He was sure the bird women would be returned within the week.
The moment the younger immortal stood up, Hades wasted no time in dropping into his ebony chair, glad to be returned to his seat. Watching Ares as he strolled, the male rolled hiseyes. "If you had your way, Tartarus would be filled within the week. But let's not enrage Kronos, shall we?" he drawled, his smile a wry one. His father, the Titan, still resided in chains at the bottom of the Tartarus gorge, and it was this gorge that his brothers entrusted to him to guard. For Kronos to ever be released would spell certain disaster on the realm they watched over, and Hades, as much as he liked death, would not want the whole of Greece to be wiped out.
Without blinking an eye when Ares disappeared, Hades let his words sink in, before he waved a hand for the Harpies at the gate to allow more souls in, a quick wave of his hand sending more scrolls for his perusal. Ares wasn't wrong - Hades had plenty to do, and most of it contributed to his grumpy, dark manner. But wen it came down to it, he enjoyed his job, to a certain extent. Especially when he played a game of life and death.
With every commentary Ares gave, the elder god internally twitched. It took all of his effort to not turn around and smack his nephew over the head, but knowing the pride of the War God that far surpassed his body, he resisted, and merely gritted his teeth till he got to the end, and the harpies brought the soul to where he had dictated.
"The Mourning Fields are for those to reflect on the life they've wasted pining after something they can never have, instead of moving forward to something better." Hades answered in a deadpan tone, as he moved back towards his seat that was still occupied by Ares. With a dry stare at his nephew, he rolled his eyes, knowing full well Ares would never be able to have control over the harpies. The Underworld held a wealth of creatures, most of them existing to assist him in running his vast realm, far greater then that of his brethren, save his own two brothers. But if the God of War wanted, he can try. Hades was not above loaning him the use of his harpies. He was sure the bird women would be returned within the week.
The moment the younger immortal stood up, Hades wasted no time in dropping into his ebony chair, glad to be returned to his seat. Watching Ares as he strolled, the male rolled hiseyes. "If you had your way, Tartarus would be filled within the week. But let's not enrage Kronos, shall we?" he drawled, his smile a wry one. His father, the Titan, still resided in chains at the bottom of the Tartarus gorge, and it was this gorge that his brothers entrusted to him to guard. For Kronos to ever be released would spell certain disaster on the realm they watched over, and Hades, as much as he liked death, would not want the whole of Greece to be wiped out.
Without blinking an eye when Ares disappeared, Hades let his words sink in, before he waved a hand for the Harpies at the gate to allow more souls in, a quick wave of his hand sending more scrolls for his perusal. Ares wasn't wrong - Hades had plenty to do, and most of it contributed to his grumpy, dark manner. But wen it came down to it, he enjoyed his job, to a certain extent. Especially when he played a game of life and death.
