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A principal river within his realm, the Styx was what many people used to curse upon or swear upon... or where many wrathful or sullen souls were punished, drowning in their muddy waters for eternity, with the wrathful fighting each other. It may not be humane per say, but whoever said the God of the Underworld was humane? He was fair, he was just... but he meted out punishments as they deserved, and if one was wrathful, they may as well know how others felt when wrath was directed upon them.
On lazy days however, the Styx was... well, peaceful would be pushing it. The surrounding area was always murky, dismal, almost depressing. It was Hades's domain though, so it wasn't as if he was very much affected by it. Instead, the youngest of the three King's found it somewhat comforting to be around the screaming wrathful souls. Occasionally, he would cast a fishing hook into it - dead souls lingering within the underworld were funny. They were not corporeal enough for one to properly touch them, yet they held some form of substance enough for a hook made of Underworld's stygian iron to hook on to them. Usually, Hades would entertain himself by fishing up a particularly spiteful soul who still did not repent despite a lifetime of punishments, blamed Hades's for his situation. Those, he simply flicked back into the river.
If a soul appeared repentent and sorry of their ways... well, maybe he'd consider.
With how messy and chaotic life had been in the abovegrounds, Hades simply wanted a moment's reprieve. Leaving the three Fates at the Judegement table, he had fed Cerberus on his way out, and was now settled next to the river, legs crossed under his black chitons that flowed as if some wind breezed past him that only he could feel. His stygian iron hook was submerged within the water, and the young God simply lounged as he watched his solid iron fishing rod sway within the dark, murky waters, only a flicker of interest in his obsidian eyes.
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A principal river within his realm, the Styx was what many people used to curse upon or swear upon... or where many wrathful or sullen souls were punished, drowning in their muddy waters for eternity, with the wrathful fighting each other. It may not be humane per say, but whoever said the God of the Underworld was humane? He was fair, he was just... but he meted out punishments as they deserved, and if one was wrathful, they may as well know how others felt when wrath was directed upon them.
On lazy days however, the Styx was... well, peaceful would be pushing it. The surrounding area was always murky, dismal, almost depressing. It was Hades's domain though, so it wasn't as if he was very much affected by it. Instead, the youngest of the three King's found it somewhat comforting to be around the screaming wrathful souls. Occasionally, he would cast a fishing hook into it - dead souls lingering within the underworld were funny. They were not corporeal enough for one to properly touch them, yet they held some form of substance enough for a hook made of Underworld's stygian iron to hook on to them. Usually, Hades would entertain himself by fishing up a particularly spiteful soul who still did not repent despite a lifetime of punishments, blamed Hades's for his situation. Those, he simply flicked back into the river.
If a soul appeared repentent and sorry of their ways... well, maybe he'd consider.
With how messy and chaotic life had been in the abovegrounds, Hades simply wanted a moment's reprieve. Leaving the three Fates at the Judegement table, he had fed Cerberus on his way out, and was now settled next to the river, legs crossed under his black chitons that flowed as if some wind breezed past him that only he could feel. His stygian iron hook was submerged within the water, and the young God simply lounged as he watched his solid iron fishing rod sway within the dark, murky waters, only a flicker of interest in his obsidian eyes.
A principal river within his realm, the Styx was what many people used to curse upon or swear upon... or where many wrathful or sullen souls were punished, drowning in their muddy waters for eternity, with the wrathful fighting each other. It may not be humane per say, but whoever said the God of the Underworld was humane? He was fair, he was just... but he meted out punishments as they deserved, and if one was wrathful, they may as well know how others felt when wrath was directed upon them.
On lazy days however, the Styx was... well, peaceful would be pushing it. The surrounding area was always murky, dismal, almost depressing. It was Hades's domain though, so it wasn't as if he was very much affected by it. Instead, the youngest of the three King's found it somewhat comforting to be around the screaming wrathful souls. Occasionally, he would cast a fishing hook into it - dead souls lingering within the underworld were funny. They were not corporeal enough for one to properly touch them, yet they held some form of substance enough for a hook made of Underworld's stygian iron to hook on to them. Usually, Hades would entertain himself by fishing up a particularly spiteful soul who still did not repent despite a lifetime of punishments, blamed Hades's for his situation. Those, he simply flicked back into the river.
If a soul appeared repentent and sorry of their ways... well, maybe he'd consider.
With how messy and chaotic life had been in the abovegrounds, Hades simply wanted a moment's reprieve. Leaving the three Fates at the Judegement table, he had fed Cerberus on his way out, and was now settled next to the river, legs crossed under his black chitons that flowed as if some wind breezed past him that only he could feel. His stygian iron hook was submerged within the water, and the young God simply lounged as he watched his solid iron fishing rod sway within the dark, murky waters, only a flicker of interest in his obsidian eyes.
It wasn't hard to guess where his friend and nemesis might be. There were times he would be sitting in his own Naos, and he just knew that Hades was a little overworked, a little out of spirits, and needed a bit of a break. Perhaps it was intuition, perhaps it was the fact that he knew the other god so well...or it was the shadow of Hades passing across the mirror that Ares had set up in the Underworld for specifically this reason. Whenever Hades took a break? He wanted to both know about it, and be there.
For camaraderie purposes. Of course.
As soon as he noticed the shadow in the mirror, Ares strode straight out of his temple on Olympus, headed out to his chariot, flicked the reins of his horses and sailed through the skies towards the opening of the Underworld. He could think of all sorts of things that Hades might be doing; none of it seemed particularly amusing but he was willing to bet that with his illustrious presence, Hades could be persuaded to have a marginal amount more fun.
Invisible to mortal eye, Ares's chariot and horses settled on the hilly ground outside of the dark slit in the rock that would take him down into the black pit of the Underworld. He moved swiftly across the dark, sifting sands and out into the Underworld itself. He spotted Hades on the other side of the river bank and grinned darkly to himself. So...the older god was fishing for souls. Excellent.
Paying Charon, he glided across the water on the ferry and conjured a fishing pole, and settled himself beside Hades. He gave his fishing pole a casual flick and then glanced over as he settled back on his elbows, waiting for a soul to snag itself. "So. Bad year, huh?"
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It wasn't hard to guess where his friend and nemesis might be. There were times he would be sitting in his own Naos, and he just knew that Hades was a little overworked, a little out of spirits, and needed a bit of a break. Perhaps it was intuition, perhaps it was the fact that he knew the other god so well...or it was the shadow of Hades passing across the mirror that Ares had set up in the Underworld for specifically this reason. Whenever Hades took a break? He wanted to both know about it, and be there.
For camaraderie purposes. Of course.
As soon as he noticed the shadow in the mirror, Ares strode straight out of his temple on Olympus, headed out to his chariot, flicked the reins of his horses and sailed through the skies towards the opening of the Underworld. He could think of all sorts of things that Hades might be doing; none of it seemed particularly amusing but he was willing to bet that with his illustrious presence, Hades could be persuaded to have a marginal amount more fun.
Invisible to mortal eye, Ares's chariot and horses settled on the hilly ground outside of the dark slit in the rock that would take him down into the black pit of the Underworld. He moved swiftly across the dark, sifting sands and out into the Underworld itself. He spotted Hades on the other side of the river bank and grinned darkly to himself. So...the older god was fishing for souls. Excellent.
Paying Charon, he glided across the water on the ferry and conjured a fishing pole, and settled himself beside Hades. He gave his fishing pole a casual flick and then glanced over as he settled back on his elbows, waiting for a soul to snag itself. "So. Bad year, huh?"
It wasn't hard to guess where his friend and nemesis might be. There were times he would be sitting in his own Naos, and he just knew that Hades was a little overworked, a little out of spirits, and needed a bit of a break. Perhaps it was intuition, perhaps it was the fact that he knew the other god so well...or it was the shadow of Hades passing across the mirror that Ares had set up in the Underworld for specifically this reason. Whenever Hades took a break? He wanted to both know about it, and be there.
For camaraderie purposes. Of course.
As soon as he noticed the shadow in the mirror, Ares strode straight out of his temple on Olympus, headed out to his chariot, flicked the reins of his horses and sailed through the skies towards the opening of the Underworld. He could think of all sorts of things that Hades might be doing; none of it seemed particularly amusing but he was willing to bet that with his illustrious presence, Hades could be persuaded to have a marginal amount more fun.
Invisible to mortal eye, Ares's chariot and horses settled on the hilly ground outside of the dark slit in the rock that would take him down into the black pit of the Underworld. He moved swiftly across the dark, sifting sands and out into the Underworld itself. He spotted Hades on the other side of the river bank and grinned darkly to himself. So...the older god was fishing for souls. Excellent.
Paying Charon, he glided across the water on the ferry and conjured a fishing pole, and settled himself beside Hades. He gave his fishing pole a casual flick and then glanced over as he settled back on his elbows, waiting for a soul to snag itself. "So. Bad year, huh?"
His nephew was officially a pest.
Tempted to just toss the God of War and chain him to Tartarus for a week just to see if Ares still enjoyed venturing into the Underworld after having a taste of what it bore, the God turned a boring eye as Ares sauntered .... or well, glided into view. The God of the Underworld shot Charon a dirty look but the boatmaster simply grinned and flashed the shiny coin Ares had given him, before depositing the God of War and promptly left.
Irritation suffused his glare at the back of Charon's dissapearing behind, but what could he do? He could hear more then seeAres settling down next to him, and when he eventually turned to grace the younger God with his gaze, his scowl merely grew darker when he saw that the other had also conjured up a fishing rod similar to his. Hades was not stingy with Stygian iron, and offered it to any God or Goddess who came asking (unless it was Aphrodite, in which Hades staunchly refused to offer any, for he was sure his precious Stygian iron would simply be made into fancy baubles, and that just made him gag at the back of his throat), but now he was wondering if he should withhold it from Ares as well.
Just to be contrary.
Raising a brow at his nephew's comment, he was held up from answering when a ferocious tugging suddenly began on his rod. Picking it up, he heaved with his upper body, only for a screaming soul to greet him in his face, the sound piercing through the very being of anyone within the vicinity if they weren't used to it.
Hades however, simply scowled and flicked his hand at it. A small, black ball of smoke was conjured and collided directly in the opened, screaming mouth of the soul, muffling the sound as he unhooked it and tossed it back in the river Styx, before flicking his Stygian iron hook back in, settling back down with arms on his propped up knees again before replying. "Not really. I'm waiting to see if Poseidon can fulfill what I requested of him." A rare, satisfied glint entered his obsidian gaze at the comment. "But otherwise, its been an interesting year. Bad for you, maybe." It was a snide side comment, for so far in the year, and yet they have seen a single war yet. Death? Plenty. Taengea especially. War? Pfft. "I'm good. We're busy here so far."
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His nephew was officially a pest.
Tempted to just toss the God of War and chain him to Tartarus for a week just to see if Ares still enjoyed venturing into the Underworld after having a taste of what it bore, the God turned a boring eye as Ares sauntered .... or well, glided into view. The God of the Underworld shot Charon a dirty look but the boatmaster simply grinned and flashed the shiny coin Ares had given him, before depositing the God of War and promptly left.
Irritation suffused his glare at the back of Charon's dissapearing behind, but what could he do? He could hear more then seeAres settling down next to him, and when he eventually turned to grace the younger God with his gaze, his scowl merely grew darker when he saw that the other had also conjured up a fishing rod similar to his. Hades was not stingy with Stygian iron, and offered it to any God or Goddess who came asking (unless it was Aphrodite, in which Hades staunchly refused to offer any, for he was sure his precious Stygian iron would simply be made into fancy baubles, and that just made him gag at the back of his throat), but now he was wondering if he should withhold it from Ares as well.
Just to be contrary.
Raising a brow at his nephew's comment, he was held up from answering when a ferocious tugging suddenly began on his rod. Picking it up, he heaved with his upper body, only for a screaming soul to greet him in his face, the sound piercing through the very being of anyone within the vicinity if they weren't used to it.
Hades however, simply scowled and flicked his hand at it. A small, black ball of smoke was conjured and collided directly in the opened, screaming mouth of the soul, muffling the sound as he unhooked it and tossed it back in the river Styx, before flicking his Stygian iron hook back in, settling back down with arms on his propped up knees again before replying. "Not really. I'm waiting to see if Poseidon can fulfill what I requested of him." A rare, satisfied glint entered his obsidian gaze at the comment. "But otherwise, its been an interesting year. Bad for you, maybe." It was a snide side comment, for so far in the year, and yet they have seen a single war yet. Death? Plenty. Taengea especially. War? Pfft. "I'm good. We're busy here so far."
His nephew was officially a pest.
Tempted to just toss the God of War and chain him to Tartarus for a week just to see if Ares still enjoyed venturing into the Underworld after having a taste of what it bore, the God turned a boring eye as Ares sauntered .... or well, glided into view. The God of the Underworld shot Charon a dirty look but the boatmaster simply grinned and flashed the shiny coin Ares had given him, before depositing the God of War and promptly left.
Irritation suffused his glare at the back of Charon's dissapearing behind, but what could he do? He could hear more then seeAres settling down next to him, and when he eventually turned to grace the younger God with his gaze, his scowl merely grew darker when he saw that the other had also conjured up a fishing rod similar to his. Hades was not stingy with Stygian iron, and offered it to any God or Goddess who came asking (unless it was Aphrodite, in which Hades staunchly refused to offer any, for he was sure his precious Stygian iron would simply be made into fancy baubles, and that just made him gag at the back of his throat), but now he was wondering if he should withhold it from Ares as well.
Just to be contrary.
Raising a brow at his nephew's comment, he was held up from answering when a ferocious tugging suddenly began on his rod. Picking it up, he heaved with his upper body, only for a screaming soul to greet him in his face, the sound piercing through the very being of anyone within the vicinity if they weren't used to it.
Hades however, simply scowled and flicked his hand at it. A small, black ball of smoke was conjured and collided directly in the opened, screaming mouth of the soul, muffling the sound as he unhooked it and tossed it back in the river Styx, before flicking his Stygian iron hook back in, settling back down with arms on his propped up knees again before replying. "Not really. I'm waiting to see if Poseidon can fulfill what I requested of him." A rare, satisfied glint entered his obsidian gaze at the comment. "But otherwise, its been an interesting year. Bad for you, maybe." It was a snide side comment, for so far in the year, and yet they have seen a single war yet. Death? Plenty. Taengea especially. War? Pfft. "I'm good. We're busy here so far."
He was unbothered by Hades's less than kind glare. Ares was fully aware of his own changeable moods and his propensity to fly off the handle. He knew that the other gods did not appreciate his loss of control or his occasional ruin and wreckage of Olympus. But the fact was that they needed him. None of them had the ability or the gall to go as far in battle as he did. None of them were as willing to slaughter and maim, or to imbue the soldiers around them with bolstered courage and unfailing bravery.
Only he could protect Greece in the way it needed to be. Athena could lay out a strategy all she wanted but if the men were unwilling to follow her plans...well...then they'd be like the idiot, cowardly nations, wouldn't they? No. It was due to him that they ruled the world. Hades knew it. Ares knew it.
Thus, he knew his uncle would put up with whatever he decided to do. ...well...to a point.
His thoughts on this subject were interrupted when the screaming soul shrieked in their faces. Ares laughed at it and then made a pouty face at Hades when he shut the thing up. "Hey. I was listening to that..." He sighed when the soul was plunked back into the river. No one appreciated the screams and wails of mortals the way he did. Sometimes he thought that his own taste and Hades's coincided but at times like this, he was seriously doubting his uncle's proclivities. There was nothing better than someone in utter horror and chaos internally. Well...maybe there was. When they showed and felt bravery in war and let all thought go. Gave themselves up to the fury and melee of battle. That was a great feeling.
His own pole quivered but the soul seemed weak, so he ignored it.
"Oh? What's that old crustacean doing for you?" He hadn't forgotten that Nymph that Poseidon had basically stolen. By being present. Rude. The slights against himself he would let ride for the moment. They could circle back around to those.
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He was unbothered by Hades's less than kind glare. Ares was fully aware of his own changeable moods and his propensity to fly off the handle. He knew that the other gods did not appreciate his loss of control or his occasional ruin and wreckage of Olympus. But the fact was that they needed him. None of them had the ability or the gall to go as far in battle as he did. None of them were as willing to slaughter and maim, or to imbue the soldiers around them with bolstered courage and unfailing bravery.
Only he could protect Greece in the way it needed to be. Athena could lay out a strategy all she wanted but if the men were unwilling to follow her plans...well...then they'd be like the idiot, cowardly nations, wouldn't they? No. It was due to him that they ruled the world. Hades knew it. Ares knew it.
Thus, he knew his uncle would put up with whatever he decided to do. ...well...to a point.
His thoughts on this subject were interrupted when the screaming soul shrieked in their faces. Ares laughed at it and then made a pouty face at Hades when he shut the thing up. "Hey. I was listening to that..." He sighed when the soul was plunked back into the river. No one appreciated the screams and wails of mortals the way he did. Sometimes he thought that his own taste and Hades's coincided but at times like this, he was seriously doubting his uncle's proclivities. There was nothing better than someone in utter horror and chaos internally. Well...maybe there was. When they showed and felt bravery in war and let all thought go. Gave themselves up to the fury and melee of battle. That was a great feeling.
His own pole quivered but the soul seemed weak, so he ignored it.
"Oh? What's that old crustacean doing for you?" He hadn't forgotten that Nymph that Poseidon had basically stolen. By being present. Rude. The slights against himself he would let ride for the moment. They could circle back around to those.
He was unbothered by Hades's less than kind glare. Ares was fully aware of his own changeable moods and his propensity to fly off the handle. He knew that the other gods did not appreciate his loss of control or his occasional ruin and wreckage of Olympus. But the fact was that they needed him. None of them had the ability or the gall to go as far in battle as he did. None of them were as willing to slaughter and maim, or to imbue the soldiers around them with bolstered courage and unfailing bravery.
Only he could protect Greece in the way it needed to be. Athena could lay out a strategy all she wanted but if the men were unwilling to follow her plans...well...then they'd be like the idiot, cowardly nations, wouldn't they? No. It was due to him that they ruled the world. Hades knew it. Ares knew it.
Thus, he knew his uncle would put up with whatever he decided to do. ...well...to a point.
His thoughts on this subject were interrupted when the screaming soul shrieked in their faces. Ares laughed at it and then made a pouty face at Hades when he shut the thing up. "Hey. I was listening to that..." He sighed when the soul was plunked back into the river. No one appreciated the screams and wails of mortals the way he did. Sometimes he thought that his own taste and Hades's coincided but at times like this, he was seriously doubting his uncle's proclivities. There was nothing better than someone in utter horror and chaos internally. Well...maybe there was. When they showed and felt bravery in war and let all thought go. Gave themselves up to the fury and melee of battle. That was a great feeling.
His own pole quivered but the soul seemed weak, so he ignored it.
"Oh? What's that old crustacean doing for you?" He hadn't forgotten that Nymph that Poseidon had basically stolen. By being present. Rude. The slights against himself he would let ride for the moment. They could circle back around to those.
It was a pain that Ares even existed - sad for Hades though, that he sort of needed Ares when it came to a steady stream of souls for his realm. So perhaps that was why he tolerated his nephew, despite how Ares always managed to drive him up the wall. Somehow, the young and volatile God did not realize - or did not care - about the fact that Hades enjoyed his alone time, and really did not need, nor wanted company when he took a break from the grind of running the Underworld. Some would ask him why he didn't wait for Athena but the truth was just that his niece was simply too patient, too calculative, too nice for a supposed goddess of War.
Ares was far more efficient.
Rolling his eyes when Ares had laughed at the screaming soul, he raised a brow at the young God. "You're welcome to fish up one of your own. They tend to deafen you after too long." Not for long, of course. Gods that they were, Hades could say from experience that one's hearing would return after some time, but still, it would be entertaining to see how the God of War would function without his hearing for a brief period of time. Perhaps then, one could finally attack him and stand a chance. It wasn't as if Hades didn't enjoy chaos - he just liked it with a promise of a return, be it in bodies or in souls, which would fill up his realm.
Looking at the quivering rod, he flicked an amused glance at Ares when the younger god did nothing, but did not say a word. The next words by Ares however, did have Hades raising a questioning brow at how his elder brother was referred to. "Don't let him hear you say that. He'd drown you in the Styx himself without asking me even." Hades returned with a smirk, before answering the question properly.
"Oh, you'll find out. The sinking of a ship. The last soul I need, that sort of thing. But if not... I'll be waiting for you. Have you been lax lately? It's very quiet up there." It was an insinuation that Hades fully intended as he flashed a goading smirk at Ares.
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It was a pain that Ares even existed - sad for Hades though, that he sort of needed Ares when it came to a steady stream of souls for his realm. So perhaps that was why he tolerated his nephew, despite how Ares always managed to drive him up the wall. Somehow, the young and volatile God did not realize - or did not care - about the fact that Hades enjoyed his alone time, and really did not need, nor wanted company when he took a break from the grind of running the Underworld. Some would ask him why he didn't wait for Athena but the truth was just that his niece was simply too patient, too calculative, too nice for a supposed goddess of War.
Ares was far more efficient.
Rolling his eyes when Ares had laughed at the screaming soul, he raised a brow at the young God. "You're welcome to fish up one of your own. They tend to deafen you after too long." Not for long, of course. Gods that they were, Hades could say from experience that one's hearing would return after some time, but still, it would be entertaining to see how the God of War would function without his hearing for a brief period of time. Perhaps then, one could finally attack him and stand a chance. It wasn't as if Hades didn't enjoy chaos - he just liked it with a promise of a return, be it in bodies or in souls, which would fill up his realm.
Looking at the quivering rod, he flicked an amused glance at Ares when the younger god did nothing, but did not say a word. The next words by Ares however, did have Hades raising a questioning brow at how his elder brother was referred to. "Don't let him hear you say that. He'd drown you in the Styx himself without asking me even." Hades returned with a smirk, before answering the question properly.
"Oh, you'll find out. The sinking of a ship. The last soul I need, that sort of thing. But if not... I'll be waiting for you. Have you been lax lately? It's very quiet up there." It was an insinuation that Hades fully intended as he flashed a goading smirk at Ares.
It was a pain that Ares even existed - sad for Hades though, that he sort of needed Ares when it came to a steady stream of souls for his realm. So perhaps that was why he tolerated his nephew, despite how Ares always managed to drive him up the wall. Somehow, the young and volatile God did not realize - or did not care - about the fact that Hades enjoyed his alone time, and really did not need, nor wanted company when he took a break from the grind of running the Underworld. Some would ask him why he didn't wait for Athena but the truth was just that his niece was simply too patient, too calculative, too nice for a supposed goddess of War.
Ares was far more efficient.
Rolling his eyes when Ares had laughed at the screaming soul, he raised a brow at the young God. "You're welcome to fish up one of your own. They tend to deafen you after too long." Not for long, of course. Gods that they were, Hades could say from experience that one's hearing would return after some time, but still, it would be entertaining to see how the God of War would function without his hearing for a brief period of time. Perhaps then, one could finally attack him and stand a chance. It wasn't as if Hades didn't enjoy chaos - he just liked it with a promise of a return, be it in bodies or in souls, which would fill up his realm.
Looking at the quivering rod, he flicked an amused glance at Ares when the younger god did nothing, but did not say a word. The next words by Ares however, did have Hades raising a questioning brow at how his elder brother was referred to. "Don't let him hear you say that. He'd drown you in the Styx himself without asking me even." Hades returned with a smirk, before answering the question properly.
"Oh, you'll find out. The sinking of a ship. The last soul I need, that sort of thing. But if not... I'll be waiting for you. Have you been lax lately? It's very quiet up there." It was an insinuation that Hades fully intended as he flashed a goading smirk at Ares.