User blog:WarpyNeko930/Prolouge

 It was Seven and a half millennia when this tale began...

 It was around the time of Greek Myths and lore, when Gods ran rampant and heroes traveled about, collecting legend behind their every step. Of course, we must go to the darker land to see this tale begin. Specifically, the underworld.

 You see, the underworld was not a dark and cold place per say, no it was dark in the way it came off to others. Those who arrived would be hit with a spitting image of heaven, but would then be thrust into a punishment room by a sadistic guard. The fields of Asphodel were just...fields. Endless fields under a fake sun that demanded you sit and do nothing. No one to talk to, ever.

 Far away from Punishment Rooms and Fields, laid Elysium. Where the weather is good, there was no crime, free video games, food, and all around happiness. Overlooking these fields was a large red-bricked castle that housed Evil. It was Hades castle, and the red was from the blood of those who’d been punished. Just kidding! It was the color of the bricks.

 Meanwhile, on the inside of the burning castle, burning in the sense that it was REALLY hot, and there was no AC. This was a millenia ago after all…

 Hades sat on his throne, plotting Universal Domination once more. Now Hades had a rather...weak build. Centuries of being cooped up in the underworld made him sickly pale, and almost skeleton-like. His hair was falling out, and he was extremely shaky. He wasn’t the god he used to be…

 “Yes..yes...if I just steal the lightning bolt, I could...no, some fools already did that...grr, I NEED to conquer Olympia! I just have too! Even if I have to kill myself! No...no I wouldn’t do that…”

 Now, if you were in the room with him, you’d have heard a high-pitched, seedy voice, one that could make the deaf cover their ears. Hades truly wasn’t the god he used to be…

 But, there was a logical explanation. Long ago, the sadness, anger and grief that came from the Mortal’s souls had stopped flowing into his own body. Somebody had tampered with the connection, sending it into her own body for one...fatal...crucial moment…

 An Explosion Rocked the castle, and the throne room doors fell and splintered into dozens of seperate splinters. Hades jumped, and fell off his throne.

 “W-Who daREs,” cue voice crack, “enter my castle!”

 The figure who stood in the doorway was the epitome of beauty. Anyone would want her looks. A sparkling black dress that showed off sinful curves was upon the Goddess of Springtime. Persephone, Hades wife, was not happy.

 “Oh dear...looks like you’ve fallen.~” she said mockingly, her heels clicking as she walked towards the throne. Her hands glowed with Dark Energy, and her seductive smirk was malicious.

 “W-Wife? What are you trying to- OOF!” Hades exclaimed as a well placed kick to his gut sent him sprawling once more. Persephone kicked him again and again, ruining his godly bones with her sheer might she now possessed.

 “Two hundred thousand years Hades...two hundred thousand years of assisting you in your pointless conquests!!! And how you failed every time...You are not worthy of position as God of Death! A task so important couldn’t be completed by that of a man...but that of a Goddess, well, we’ll see.” she mused to herself, planting her heel on his chest and pressing down, shattering his ribs.

 His screams of pain were music to her ears, and she hefted her hands once more.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “By the power of the River Lethe, and the Styx...you will serve as the God of Springtime. You won’t even remember this position. Whereas... I shall rule over this domain. And soon, the UNIVERSE!” she declared, cackling loudly and blasting Hades with the magic that flowed from her hands.

The world had a new enemy, and that enemy was Persephone.