Petals-And-Ash

    Olympus: Before Hades Damnation    Our bodies remained rigid and our breathes reside only in our lungs as this soldier and I had taken the like of Gargoyles, never letting our eyes peer away from the glittering gates of gold that embraced Gods and Goddess’ alike with open arms… Or, in the least, they had.    “No!” I cried out to the lifeless force that shredded any hope I had in returning to my dwellings. “This is impossible!” Fumbling to gain the cold metal bars in my hands, I did only what I knew a powerless refugee had been capable of; rattling the gates in hope that they would open wide at my st

    Olympus: Before Hades Damnation    Click, click, click…    The sounds of echoing footsteps thunder against the walls of the palace where I have strolled many a time in my life. As a young babe, I had learned the art of walking in this very foyer. My mother and father have pointlessly bantered about the many sins of unfaithfulness my father has achieved, thinking I would not be able to perceive such mundane fights from the thin walls where my quarters abide.    Pathetic woman, I scoff as it echoes along with my mindless thinking. The God of Gods is not a man that can be tied down to just one woman and surely not to a greedy old harlo

What do you do when you have a life- no, not a life a curse- where you are surrounded by nothing but death?  The pleasure of looking forward to death ripped from your control? To be immortal… There is no elixir, no weapon and absolutely no thread of life that will be cut for me if anything tried to take my life. Trust me I have tried. What good is it to be eternally bound to this Zeus-forsaken body I've been given when it feels like I'm constantly living the regret of a simple mistake by choosing the wrong stick in a game of "shortest stick looses?" To be the Lord of the Underworld… Guardian of lost souls. Forever bound to the