#persehades

Hi! I was bored so I drew this using @starmybunny 's Persephone and Hades designs

I'VE DONE IT

This is just a little part and the designs are def gonna change BUT since I'm already here, I wanna point out something about the scythes: The reason why we associate it with Death, it's because scythes cut all kind of glass, no matter how long or strong, just like Death cuts all kinds of lives. I've had this idea for a while of Narinder having the traditional giant one, but Lamb having a work sickle, since sheeps are pastoral animals, and to represent how they're just like Narinder, a deity of death, but kinder. I could go on as to why this myth specifically is so fitting for them, but I already made a thread about it and I'm not sure if anybody would like to read it, so tell me yourselves ☺

WHO PERSEPHONE LIKES MOST

Persephone, gentle and bright, the goddess who blooms even in the shadows —

she favors Romeo. And i will DIE on this hill.

Not because he is the strongest or the bravest or the most righteous.

But because he loves like she once did.

She sees in him a devotion so absolute that it hurts her.

The same devotion she felt for Hades before millennia of darkness softened it into something quieter.

Romeo’s love is pure, untrained, impulsive, fragile —

a kind of love Persephone hasn’t seen in centuries.

She calls him:

“Little swan boy.”

She watches him walk through the underworld with your voice trembling behind him and she aches.

She wants him to succeed.

She roots for him.

When he hesitates — she flinches.

When he cries — she touches her own cheek.

When he finally turns…

she covers her mouth and whispers:

“No… oh no…”

Because she knew this kind of love doesn’t survive silence.

She favors Romeo because he loves you in a way she remembers loving —

once, long ago, before she learned how gods endure loss.

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WHO HADES FAVORS MOST

Hades, ancient, sharp, tired of mortals’ tragedies, is surprisingly fond of:

High-Humanity P.

P walks into the underworld with no fear.

No trembling.

No desperation.

Just steady resolve.

He bows politely to Hades.

He doesn’t plead.

He doesn’t scream.

He doesn’t make promises he can’t keep.

And Hades respects that.

Not sentimentally — analytically.

He sees P as someone who can bear the weight of love without collapsing under it.

He sees a man who might actually succeed.

And Hades hates that.

So he watches him with the anticipation of someone observing a rare challenge.

WHO HADES SABOTAGES — AND WHY

Hades sabotages everyone except the one he knows will fail without help. Which in the right scenario could mean anyone.

But he sabotages each differently:

Romeo

He lets your cries echo louder for him.

He amplifies them.

Twists them.

Makes them break off suddenly to trigger his panic.

Because Romeo is too human.

Too emotional.

Too fragile.

Hades knows Romeo will turn the moment things go quiet.

And he wants to watch him break — not out of cruelty, but because tragedy is the currency the underworld knows best.

Carlo

He shortens the distance between the living world and the last step.

Just enough.

He knows Carlo will sprint the moment he senses freedom.

His pride is predictable.

Hades loves predictable men — they ruin themselves without effort on his part.

High-Humanity P

Hades waits until the very end.

If he sabotages P, it is with the cruelest trick:

A scream in your voice.

A sound of danger.

Something meant to trigger his protective instinct.

Hades only cheats with P because he knows P could win fairly.

And Hades hates letting anyone win fairly.

Low-Humanity P

He doesn’t sabotage him. He doesn’t need to. Low-Humanity P doesn’t come.

Real Boy Carlo

Hades laughs. There is nothing to sabotage. He does not enter the underworld for you.

Hades doesn’t even bother remembering his name.

The Nameless Puppet

Hades is silent. If the puppet comes, he lets him wander. After all the puppet was once a Being in his realm, that was brought back by Geppetto

He is fascinated by him, in a distant way.

He lets him touch your grave, tilt his head, stand there in quiet confusion.

Not sabotaging, not helping.

Simply watching.

WHO PERSEPHONE PITIES MOST

She pities Carlo.

Romeo breaks her heart, yes, but Romeo’s love is open and bright and obvious.

Carlo’s love is buried under anger, pride, impatience, fear —

things Persephone knows very well.

She sees the moment he turns too early.

The relief on his face.

The eagerness.

The hope.

And then the horror when you are dragged down again.

Persephone presses her hands over her eyes and whispers:

“Oh, you foolish boy…”

She pities him because he tries so hard and ruins himself.

She pities him because she has seen that kind of stubborn, brittle love in Hades once.

She pities him because even after losing you twice, he keeps walking.

Hopefully tomorrow i'll get some art published, in the meantime, enjoy this re-post:

Characters/Pairings: Hermes & Persephone, Persephone/Hades (with mentions of an adult child)

Rating: T

Warning: cigarette smoking, mentions of alcohol

Summary: Hermes and Persephone enjoy a late summer smoke, waiting for a train.

Here they are, herself and her brother: just two lost souls, waiting for a train.

Hermes is being a nice one today, keeping her company. Seems like for a woman who travels as much as she herself has done, an awful lot of her life is like this: sitting in the in-between, waiting to go from one place to another.

Which just goes to show, really, how much even gods gotta wait for transportation. She laughs at her own thought, amused, and Hermes looks at her kinda odd. Guess he ain’t read it out of her mind.

“Think it’s the first time I’ve seen you in a jovial mood in many an age,” he says with a drawl. “Usually ‘round now, you’re cursing his name.”

“Oh, don’t bring him up.” She grabs a cigarette out of her bag; she’ll stink to high heaven when he comes, but she has to calm her nerves somehow, and this seems as winning a possibility to do so as anything else. Honestly cigarette smoke is hardly the worst thing the old man has smelled on her.

“Sorry, sorry.” Hermes leans a hand down into her bag, ever-so-carefully touching at her booze. She hits his hand lightly; he’s getting slow. Was a time when he coulda picked her pocket before she even knew he’d gotten within six feet of her.

But they’re both getting old, now. Slowing down. Entropy the only thing in this universe to make even the very gods cower.