Danny has been a ghost for a while now. Things have calmed down for a while now. Not only had his rogue gallery chilled out, he was also now seen as a powerful entity ever since he came into his core (ice), they even threw a celebration for him coming out of his infancy phase.
However, working all the time and letting loose all the time caused Danny to become quite used to using his energy on everything. He could fight less now, could blast less now, could fly less now. He still goes out, yes, but it is not the same without some nice good long hard fights. So what does he do (and get recommended by several older ghosts), he learns magic!
He got some help in seeing which forms of magic fitted him most. He had quite the gift for Mycomancy, Necromancy and Dark Magic it seemed.
The other ghosts reassured him that despite the negative connotations with things like Necromancy and Dark Magic it was perfectly normal and natural. Pandora was so happy that she could teach him Necromancy and Dark magic, as those were also her specialties. Some mama-baby ghost bonding!!! Heck yeah!
What Danny really liked tho, was the Mycomancy. Or as Tucker called it so eloquently, mushroom magic. Which it was. He started using it in his human form cause it took extra effort and he loved feeling like he had a satisfying workout at the end of the day. Plus now he didn't have to pretend to he defenseless as a human anymore.
It wasnt a problem until he went to Fawcett City. He saved a kid from a robber with some dark magic, nothing special, just making the person trapped in their own head with some nightmares. But ever since he came back Tucker had to boot hacker after hacker from his phone. Maybe he scanned something in the city that he wasn't supposed to there? There were many cool sounding events happening in the city though in his defence.
He went to Star City and constantly felt like he was being watched. So much so that he went to his favorite anti stalker method of placing very subtle hallucination causing shrooms everywhere. The shrooms were so colorful when he activated his ghost vision! They were very pretty to ghosts.
Seeing as he got the creeps from Star city though, he went to Metropolis. That city always seemed all sunshine and rainbows when he got a commercial for it. He even managed to do a good deed there! There was this guy called Bizarro (really, the name alone answered how this poor soul saw himself) and after gaining explicit permission in soulspeak (so there could be no miscomunications! Human language left much to be desired) and sent him to the ghost zone where he could meet others of his species. Just the end, when bizarro started melting and grunting in slight discomfort was witnissed by this reporter wearing glasses. Danny skedaddled! He did not want his face on the newspaper thank you very much.
That feeling of being watched never left anymore though. It was very annoying. And he had even more hackers on his phone now! He never would take another city trip ever. How could people survive in big cities if you picked up mallware everywhere!?
Meanwhile the Justice League is freaking out about this very powerful dark sorcerer pretending to be a high school kid doing who knows what kind of magic that no human should ever be allowed to weild and live. Magic of death, eternal darkness and rot. They did not like what they were seeing.
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Hey can I request more from passion for fashion. Maybe with Dan and Danny meeting bane or something? And like maybe realizing that he's their uncle in this universe? Ohh or maybe they don't realize that and just think he's some guy who seems really fond of them and has decided they are his to protect, he could possibly be acting as their neighbor for the time being?
Dan wakes in the most comfortable bed he's ever slept in for the last two decades. A sluggish feeling of laziness comes with that feeling of comfort, so he nearly gives in and closes his eyes again for another nap.
But at the last second, his eyes snap open, and he wills himself to fight against the feeling. His body rebels against his command, trying to go back under, but Dan will not yield. He recognizes the feeling.
Someone is trying to force him into slumber. He may be a dead man walking, but he is no one's helpless prisoner. Reaching deep within himself, Dan grasps around the parts that make him a ghost and warps his form with the burn of his ice-fire.
A familiar sensation washes over him, an ice-fire that builds around his chest and expands down his limbs. It's slightly bothered by the bomb strapped to his core, but it's not enough to stop Dan from burning away whatever they had done to him.
Unlike the drug that the kidnappers gave him a few weeks ago, whatever is in his system isn't overly harmful. It appears that it was intended to put him to sleep so he could actually get it out of his body.
He hasn't shifted into his ghost form the entire time he has been in this universe. It wasn't for the lack of trying, but Clockwork had likely (correctly) assumed that Dan wouldn't help Batman's humanity if he refused to be in his human form, so he locked it near the bomb, and if he tugged on his ghost powers too much, it would trigger the boom.
Dan isn't sure if Danny had the same problem; he never bothered to ask and figured that if he gave a white lie about the multiple cameras everywhere, Danny would be cautious enough not to "Go Ghost" so the idiot wouldn't explode.
The last of foreign sustenance fades into nothing within himself, and the world is suddenly clear. He can concentrate on his surroundings now, frowning at what he saw.
Dan is in a large, luxurious bedroom, fit for a king, with sleek furniture and a black and red color scheme. It resembles a room a villain would use in a modern drama, which is tacky and completely lacking any personal touch.
He was lying on an Alaskan King bed with curtains hung up on the bed frame. To his right is a large screen TV, taking up nearly the entire wall, and various gaming systems are placed underneath it- he's seen some in his fashion trends research. He figured he should know what settings made his outfits pop and what sort of lighting would affect the visual appeal of the fabric. He never had the desire to even touch the gaming systems, though.
To his left is a strangely organized copy of his studio, featuring various mannequins, fabrics that most of which have cost a fortune, and a really nice-looking design table. What really caught his attention, however, was the multiple storage organizers stacked on top of each other: he could spot multiple buttons, threads, glitter, cutting devices, and who knows what else.
It was like a fabric store threw up on that side of the room.
Dan's fingers twitch with the urge to go over there and explore the studio. He dislikes the tidiness; it looks like a museum, and he struggles to work with things in order. He thrives on chaos, and someone completely disregarded that.
A direct insult to his obsession.
Scowling at the studio, now only seeing it as an insult at best, a pathetic attempt to bait him into staying in his cage at worst, Dan leaps to his feet. He feels around the walls, searching for a door. It might be out of sight, since this room had no windows or doors, but there has to be somewhere in and out here.
His fingers run across all the walls, but he does not feel any indents that show there is a doorway. Huffing Dan decided to make his own. Pressing his lips to his right knuckles in a quick kiss for good luck, Dan lets it fly as fast and hard as he can at the wall.
The moment his hand makes contact with the wall, spider-like cracks spread across the surface, followed by a loud bang. The cracks scatter across the surface before it crumbles, falling down like broken cards.
He finds himself looking into a long, dark hallway, with no visible guards. Dan is more insulted that they thought they didn't have to put him under surveillance, so assured that they would not be able to get out of the room.
He steps over the whole, shaking out his fist a little. That was steadier than he was expecting, but nothing he couldn't handle. He looks left, then right, wondering which direction to go.
If Danny were here, he likely would go towards the right, where a spark of light was visible. The brat would justify this decision with an explanation that there was likely a sign indicating the exit. They needed to escape, to regroup, gather information, and only then would they fight the people that did this to them, Danny would say.
Dan goes left.
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Danny bolts upwards with a scream of frustration, leaping from his bed and pointing in the general direction his counterpart was known for working on his fashion. "Dan, I know you're doing something stupid! Cut it out!"
It takes him a moment to notice something odd. The first, Danny is cold, which hasn't really happened since coming to Gotham. Yes, it was cloudy, and it rained more, but this felt like he stepped into a freezer instead of walking around Gotham.
The second is the bright light flashing in his face. It's not like they didn't use the lights in their Gotham house, but Dan had so many fabrics flung everywhere in the house that it tended to interfere with the brightness.
And the third, he was not currently pointing dramatically down the hallway of his temporary residence, but instead, he was pointing at a large glass wall. Behind the glass was a man dressed in the weirdest outfit he's seen so far.
A mask with twin peaks at the top and a long cape covered his body like a weird pancho. The man was staring back at him- at least Danny thinks, since the mask blocks the eyes, leaving the man in a white lens stare- without a hint of emotion.
There is a long pause between them before Danny slowly lowers his arm to use it to try to cover his body as best he can. He's not sure why this guy was watching him sleep, but he doesn't think it's for a good reason.
"How are you feeling?" The man asks as Danny slowly lowers himself back onto the bed, scrambling for the blanket —the really soft, fluffy kind that he's sure causes way more warmth than any blanket should.
"What?"
"How are you feeling?" The man repeats. His voice is oddly devoid of emotion
"I'm feeling like you're about to steal my skin." He snarks, curling the blanket up to his chin.
There is a twitch at the man's mouth, as if he's fighting a smile before it smooths over. "I have no use for your skin."
"How dare you. This flawless skin pays my bills."
Another twitch, but this time he can tell that the amusement hasn't slipped away. "Are you not feeling any aches? Sorness?"
Danny narrows his eyes. "Why are you asking?"
"Do you not remember what happened?" The humor is gone now. Storwed away in some emotional vault that Danny knows Jazz would love to break into. The man moves his arm, causing his cape to open and reveal a suit that resembles a blend of spandex and armor.
It's skin-tight, showing off abs, biceps, and leg muscles that anyone back home would kill for. Danny's jaw drops slightly at the display, even if the man is too busy clicking a remote at a wall. A TV lowers itself from who knows where, showing a video of himself being rushed into the glass-wall room by the stranger and a kid in a black hood.
Danny watches himself as his form slowly deteriorates, while the two scramble to plug machines into him. It's like he's watching some of the clones Vlad made fall apart, and it's not until the kid's sword accidentally gets caught on some gas tank. The gas tank is knocked over, breaking upon hitting the ground, and it lets out a stream of white gas strong enough that it flies through the room, somehow covering Danny's half-melted body.
It's easy to tell it's Liquid nitrogen by the sudden frost and ice. There is a moment of genuine panic in the video until Danny's form snaps back into place. The video ends with a man and a child looking at each other in a daze, then rushing out to bring in more tanks like the one he had knocked over.
"Earlier today, you ran to me for help. When we got you back to my house, you collapsed, and your body started melting. We had no idea why, what was happening, or what your situation was. I brought to my cave to try and provide medical assistance- it became obvious that the only thing working was placing you in a low temperature environment." The man explained, distracting body now thankfully covered by his cape again.
It takes Danny's brain a few seconds to process what he said, but when he does, he snaps his head in all directions. They're in a cave, he notices, and he's inside a makeshift freezer with the temperature well in the negatives.
The stranger seems content with letting Danny take all of that in, as his fuzzy mind tries to gather information, when suddenly it all snaps into place.
Leaping to his feet again- and nearly slipping over the edge of it, that has him swinging his arms like a windmill- Danny points accusingly at him, "Batman! You're Batman!"
The man nods once, and Danny lets out a noise that almost sounds like a wild hog releasing a victory cry. Batman stares back impassively, but his shoulders have tensed a bit as Danny scrambles off the bed and scurries towards the glass, pressing his face against it until his nose starts to hurt, his cheeks are flat, still that does nothing to hide his smile.
"I've come to save your humanity, Batman! Have you hugged your children?!"
Batman doesn't respond for a solid minute, allowing Danny's heavy breathing to fill the silence before the man clicks his remote again. This time, the screen displays a woman who looks vaguely familiar, a celebrant of some kind?
"I looked into your mother. I believe she used you as a sacrifice in a death magic ritual-" Batman starts, but Danny steamrolls that boring tale with a stream of emotional good habit tips Jazz had once given him.
"-I know it sounds stupid, but really, if having conversations is tough, writing a letter to yourself or the other person can be a good way to explain how you feel about them."
Batman holds up a hand. " Marina meant well, but the spell she used to try to teleport you off your island. We found this in your chest."
The image changes to one of Clockwork's amulets, and the words die in Danny's mouth. He pats his chest area searching for the ticking sound or sensation he has grown accustomed to.
It's not there.
Batman took out Clockwork's bomb while his body was dissolving. That sentence doesn't even make sense!
Danny's eyes go wide. "Are you a god?"
Batman frowns. "No. I'm not sure where Marina was trying to send you, but it wasn't to me. She was aiming for a death god."
"What? Who's Marina?"
"...Your mother?"
"My mom's name is Madeline. Madline Fenton." Danny pressed himself against the glass further. "Why would you think this Mariana is my mom?"
"She was the one to use a highly illegal and dangerous death ritual. Mariana Fenton is also listed as your mother in the government records of Santa Prisca. Your father's name was also listed: it's Eduardo Dorrance, better known as Bane."
He said that last part gravely, like Danny would be shocked by the news that Bane had supposedly fathered him, but Danny can only blink slowly. "My dad's name is Jack."
Batman's face doesn't twitch anymore. Instead, he frowns. Deeply. Concern. "Was that the man who raised you and your brother?"
"Dan was raised by the screams of his enemies," Danny responds without missing a beat. "Never mind him. We need to focus on you. Have you ever been in love? Love is the strongest magic in the world, right behind the power of friendship. There is nothing more human than the power of love."
Batman opens his mouth, but whatever he was going to say is cut off by a giant boom that shakes the whole cave. He spins around, three throwing knives suddenly in between his fingers, and Danny notices he stands in front of him, almost as if Batman were going to protect him.
From behind the muscular back, Lord have mercy, Danny can't see what caused the explosion, but he can definitely hear it.
"My King! I have come to rescue you!" A woman screeches in a curious accent. It reminds him of old Hollywood, the kind that was in black and white and was filmed in the 1920s. Her voice echoes through the cave, and his head comes from everywhere and nowhere.
Danny claps his hands over his ears, trying to drown her out, because she's far too loud. "Who are you?!"
"It is I, Gotham!"
The word explodes into darkness as Batman flings his knives.
Danny yelps when the glass walls shatter, the cold air escaping as a being of fog rushes at him, grabbing him as solid arms would and dragging him over the ledge of a nearby railing. He falls into the cave's abyss, screaming at the top of his lungs.
After the student asked for Hermes' epithets, I started looking into other deities so I may pay my respects to them with these acts of love and devotion.
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1. ᾍδης Πολυδέγμων (Haidēs Polydegmōn)
Translation: Receiver of Many
Source: Homeric Hymn to Demeter 9; Aeschylus, Persians 628.
Meaning: An ancient and defining title. “Polydegmon” encapsulates his role as the host of all mortal souls, emphasizing inevitability rather than malice. It conveys a solemn hospitality — the god who receives all without distinction.
2. Πλούτων (Ploutōn)
Translation: Wealth-Giver or Giver of Riches
Source: Hesiod, Theogony 969; Diodorus Siculus 5.68.5.
Meaning: A later and gentler aspect of Hades, “Plouton” stresses his connection to agricultural and mineral wealth below the earth. This epithet arose to soften associations with death, merging him with fertility deities who ensure abundance and renewal.
3. Ζεὺς Καταχθόνιος (Zeus Katachthonios)
Translation: Zeus of the Underworld
Source: Orphic Hymn 17.12; Pausanias 5.14.10.
Meaning: A syncretic title aligning Hades with the authority of Zeus. It reflects theological unity between sky and underworld, each ruling his realm. In mystery cults, this epithet recognized Hades as the chthonic mirror of celestial sovereignty.
4. Ἅιδης Εὔβουλος (Haidēs Euboulos)
Translation: Good Counselor or Wise in Counsel
Source: Orphic Hymn 18.1; Apollonius Rhodius, Argonautica 4.1382.
Meaning: This epithet emphasizes Hades’ wisdom and moral balance. “Euboulos” frames him not as punitive, but as deliberative and impartial, governing the dead through law and order.
5. Ἀΐδωνεύς (Aidoneus)
Translation: The Unseen or Invisible One
Source: Homer, Iliad 9.158; Odyssey 11.488; Pausanias 6.25.2.
Meaning: A poetic variant of his name, derived from a-idēs (“the unseen”). It personifies invisibility as both metaphysical and sacred — Hades as the hidden force underlying existence. The name was also used in mythic contexts, underscoring his majesty and mystery.
6. Ἅιδης Κλυμένος (Haidēs Klymenos)
Translation: The Renowned or the Famous One
Source: Orphic Hymn 18.1; Homeric Hymn to Demeter 19.
Meaning: A euphemistic title, substituting a pleasant epithet for a fearsome name. “Klymenos” was often used in ritual speech to avoid directly invoking Hades. It represents reverent circumlocution — honoring him through praise.
7. Ἅιδης Πολύξενος (Haidēs Polyxenos)
Translation: Hospitable to Many
Source: Aeschylus, Suppliants 232; Orphic Hymn 18.2.
Meaning: An epithet reflecting sacred hospitality (xenia) extended to the dead. “Polyxenos” aligns with “Polydegmon” yet adds nuance: the Underworld is not only a place of reception, but of proper welcome — each soul a guest.
8. Ἅιδης Χθόνιος (Haidēs Chthonios)
Translation: Of the Earth or Underworld
Source: Orphic Hymn 18.1; Apollonius Rhodius, Argonautica 3.1163.
Meaning: A cult epithet distinguishing Hades’ elemental aspect. “Chthonios” marks him as one of the theoi chthonioi — deities of the soil, fertility, and the ancestral dead. It emphasizes his integration with natural and spiritual cycles of decay and rebirth.
9. Ἅιδης Πλουτοδότης (Haidēs Ploutodotēs)
Translation: Bestower of Wealth
Source: Diodorus Siculus 5.68.5; Proclus on Plato’s Cratylus 403a.
Meaning: A derivative of Ploutōn, merging his chthonic dominion with his role as benefactor of earthly abundance. In agrarian cults, this epithet invoked Hades during sowing season to ensure the fertility of crops.
10. Ἅιδης Ἀναξ Νεκρῶν (Haidēs Anax Nekrōn)
Translation: Lord of the Dead
Source: Homer, Odyssey 10.528; Orphic Hymn 18.1.
Meaning: A formal designation of sovereignty, establishing Hades as Anax (lord, ruler) over the realm of the deceased. This title underscores the sacred hierarchy of the afterlife — not chaos, but ordered kingship.
11. Ἅιδης Ἀδαμάντινος (Haidēs Adamantinos)
Translation: The Unyielding or the Adamantine One
Source: Orphic Hymn 18.10; scholia on Homer, Odyssey 11.385.
Meaning: Derived from adamas (“unbreakable”), this epithet refers to the indestructibility of his realm and his justice. It portrays Hades as the firm arbiter of death’s laws, whose will is unbending yet just.
12. Ἅιδης Μείλιχος (Haidēs Meilichos)
Translation: Gentle or Kindly
Source: Pausanias 1.31.4; Orphic Hymn 18.8.
Meaning: A euphemistic epithet reflecting the Greek tradition of appeasing chthonic gods through mild, flattering language. “Meilichos” presents Hades as approachable and fair, rewarding proper reverence with peace for the soul.
13. Ἅιδης Ἐπίκουρος (Haidēs Epikouros)
Translation: Helper or Protector
Source: Orphic Hymn 18.11; Hesychius s.v. “Epikouros.”
Meaning: A rare title expressing his protective role toward the righteous dead and the sanctity of burial grounds. In certain necromantic texts, Hades is invoked as guardian of sacred oaths and tombs.
14. Ἅιδης Καλλίνικος (Haidēs Kallinikos)
Translation: Noble in Victory
Source: Epigraphic evidence from Eleusis; Orphic Hymn 18.12.
Meaning: An epithet linked to the triumph of the immortal soul over mortal corruption. “Kallinikos” conveys glory through endurance, as the passage through death is itself a form of divine victory.
15. Ἅιδης Εὔφρων (Haidēs Euphrōn)
Translation: Kindly-Minded or Benevolent
Source: Orphic Hymn 18.4; scholia on Euripides, Alcestis 244.
Meaning: Like Meilichos, this epithet invokes Hades in a softened tone. “Euphron” implies that his rule is guided by fairness and wisdom. It reflects Greek funerary theology, where peaceful death followed a just life.
16. Ἅιδης Δότειρα (Haidēs Doteira)
Translation: The Giver or Grantor
Source: Orphic Hymn 18.9; Orphic fragment 335 Kern.
Meaning: A gendered poetic epithet used rarely in Orphic ritual, aligning Hades with divine reciprocity. “Doteira” signifies his ability to grant passage, protection, and rebirth — a giver not of life, but of transition.
17. Ἅιδης Πανδέκτης (Haidēs Pandektēs)
Translation: All-Receiver
Source: Orphic Hymn 18.2; Pindar, Olympian Odes 14.20.
Meaning: Nearly synonymous with Polydegmon, “Pandektes” stresses the universal reach of Hades’ dominion. Every mortal, regardless of status, is ultimately received by him. The epithet expresses divine impartiality and cosmic balance.
18. Ἅιδης Ἀγησίλαος (Haidēs Agēsilaos)
Translation: Leader of the People
Source: Pseudo-Orphic fragments; scholia on Iliad 9.457.
Meaning: A political-theological epithet equating Hades’ rule over the dead to kingship among the living. “Agēsilaos” represents authority grounded in divine order, linking him to the concept of sacred governance beyond mortality.
19. Ἅιδης Ἀγήτωρ (Haidēs Agētōr)
Translation: Guide or Leader
Source: Orphic Hymn 18.3; Homeric parallels in Odyssey 11.
Meaning: A guiding epithet referring to Hades’ role as conductor of souls into the afterlife. “Agētōr” highlights his function not as destroyer, but as psychopompic sovereign — the one who leads safely into the next world.
20. Ἅιδης Ἀνίκητος (Haidēs Anikētos)
Translation: Invincible or Unconquered
Source: Orphic Hymn 18.10; Clement of Alexandria, Protrepticus 2.15.
Meaning: A hymn title praising Hades’ unassailable dominion. “Anikētos” celebrates his permanence and eternal reign — untouched by time, death, or decay.
21. Ἅιδης Ἑρμανοῦβις (Haidēs Hermanoubis)
Translation: Hades-Hermanubis
Source: Papyri Graecae Magicae IV. 1596–1715; Egyptian-Greek inscriptions, Alexandria.
Meaning: A Greco-Egyptian syncretism blending Hades with Hermanubis, a funerary god combining Hermes and Anubis. This epithet appears in late Hellenistic texts invoking him as ruler of spirits and guide of souls across both pantheons.
22. Ἅιδης Σωτήρ (Haidēs Sōtēr)
Translation: Savior or Deliverer
Source: Orphic Hymn 18.12; later mystery cult inscriptions.
Meaning: A redemptive title describing Hades as restorer of balance, ensuring safe passage of the righteous dead. In eschatological hymns, “Sōtēr” parallels other deities of renewal, affirming the salvific aspect of death as transformation.
23. Ἅιδης Νυκτέλιος (Haidēs Nyktelios)
Translation: Nocturnal or Of the Night
Source: Orphic Hymn 18.5; Nonnus, Dionysiaca 44.
Meaning: A mystical epithet identifying Hades with sacred night and the veiled mysteries of initiation. “Nyktelios” aligns him with secrecy and the unseen workings of rebirth in the dark womb of the earth.
24. Ἅιδης Τελεσφόρος (Haidēs Telesphoros)
Translation: Bringer of Completion or Accomplisher of Rites
Source: Orphic Hymn 18.6; epigraphy from Eleusis and Thessaly.
Meaning: Refers to Hades’ role in completing the soul’s journey. “Telesphoros” conveys fulfillment — both the end of life and the successful passage through initiatory death. It parallels cultic language from the Eleusinian Mysteries.
25. Ἅιδης Βασιλεύς (Haidēs Basileus)
Translation: King or Sovereign
Source: Orphic Hymn 18.1; Homer, Odyssey 11.183.
Meaning: A formal epithet asserting divine kingship. “Basileus” affirms Hades’ position as ruler of the Underworld’s hierarchy, maintaining cosmic law. It emphasizes majesty and lawful order over the realm of the dead.
26. Ἅιδης Ἀμείλιχος (Haidēs Ameilichos)
Translation: Relentless or Unpitying
Source: Aeschylus, Suppliants 233; scholia on Odyssey 11.
Meaning: A rare, severe epithet describing the inevitability of death. “Ameilichos” does not imply cruelty but divine impartiality — even pity cannot overturn cosmic order. It balances his gentler titles like Meilichos.
27. Ἅιδης Ἀγαθός (Haidēs Agathos)
Translation: The Good or Benevolent One
Source: Orphic Hymn 18.11; Apuleius, Metamorphoses 11.
Meaning: A euphemistic and devotional epithet reflecting the practice of addressing chthonic deities with praise rather than fear. “Agathos” honors Hades as protector of oaths, burial, and spiritual continuity.
28. Ἅιδης Ὑποχθόνιος (Haidēs Hypochthonios)
Translation: Beneath the Earth or Subterranean One
Source: Orphic Hymn 18.7; scholia on Iliad 20.61.
Meaning: A descriptive title of spatial dominion, emphasizing Hades’ rule beneath the living world. “Hypochthonios” represents both depth and mystery — a theological acknowledgment of the layered cosmos.
29. Ἅιδης Πολυκλυτός (Haidēs Polyklytos)
Translation: Renowned Among Many
Source: Orphic fragments 305–310; poetic parallels in Pindar.
Meaning: A refined poetic epithet expressing reverent fame. “Polyklytos” underscores that even in silence and fear, Hades commands the respect of all — divine, mortal, and dead alike.
30. Ἅιδης Ἐπώνυμος (Haidēs Epōnymos)
Translation: The Nameless or He Who Bears the Name
Source: Later Orphic scholia; Plutarch, De Iside et Osiride 78.
Meaning: A paradoxical title signifying both reverence and avoidance. “Epōnymos” refers to how his true name was seldom spoken, replaced by softer epithets like Plouton or Euboulos. It reflects the ancient taboo of naming death directly.
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witches need to start acknowledging ALL death including those they cause, like the ones caused by their taxes, like the ones killed for their food, like the ones killed for their clothes.
witches need to acknowledge that ALL things die, not just animals, and consider what that means.
witches need to start acknowledging that not every death or dead thing they see is in need of their help somehow.
witches need to stop treating "death magic" as a badge of special honor.
witches who claim special relationships with death need to accept the value and necessity of lives of others and their own.
witches who claim special relationships with death need to accept that sometimes killing is necessary and consider the ethics of that deeply.
witches need to start giving a fuck about the living.
