Hades A Hero's Journey

Hades sat upon his throne and pondered upon his thoughts. It had taken thousands of years for the god of the Underworld to realize how exceptionally dull the Underworld had become and he had not an idea of what to do. The dark lord had swallowed, regurgitated, and defeated Titans, but it was a feeling of boredom that brought his ultimate defeat. His eyes moved slowly from the Helm of Darkness to his signature bident, but neither brought feelings of joy to his jaded mind, only feelings of a more exciting time. Ultimately, the prince of darkness decided to rise up to his feet and peer at the Overworld ruled by his brother, Zeus. To an outsider, one might not see this as an important event, but to those who knew the stories behind Hades’ hatred

Hades could not understand how someone so daft could harbor so much power. Additionally, Hades also found it interesting how someone who “sees all” did not notice the contrast Olympus’ shimmering snow against onyx hair of the stallions that pulled Hades bejeweled chariot. Nevertheless, Hades also paid attention to the sun’s burning rays upon his cadaverous skin, but even the god of death could not deny that the land of the living was more vivacious than the appalling underworld, which he ruled. The god of all things evil, the bringer of death itself had found himself defeated by his own lack of entertainment. However, as his eyes gazed across the lawn in which he laid, the god of evil caught sight of a girl; a young woman so pure, so beautiful that Hades’ froze and gazed upon her flowing auburn hair and overwhelming loveliness. Hades had found his solution. This girl, whose name the dark lord did not even know, was treatment to his dull

Finally, Hades sighed, for there was only one man whom he could speak. A man Hades despised for leaving him with the crumbs of his kingdom, a man who stole all glory that Hades had earned, Hades’ own brother: Zeus. Hades climbed into his chariot and clutched reins sending the shadow-like horses into a gallop. It did not take long for Hades to reach his brother’s throne, for he had already been within its vicinity. As he approached Zeus’ throne, the white haired Olympian smiled through his beard of curls. “Brother ‘o mine,” bellowed the thunder god, “I foresaw your arrival,” A boldfaced lie Hades judged, if Hades had been seen, he would have been turned away before he could reach the palace. “Tell me, why is it you have — er, blessed — yes, why have you blessed me with such a unpredicted visit?” Hades stood tall and spoke: “I have come with a proposition for you brother, will be so kind as to hear it?” It had years since Hades had spoken aloud, enough time for him to forget his own smoky voice. “A proposition you say?” The foghorn like voice of Zeus had stated. “Please, state your