Greek Deities.

Colored version of the Bastet Inktober drawing from 2017.

Thoughts of Hades' love

I keep imagining Hades’ lovestruck, flustered expression when he first sees Persephone

It was probably in Olympus at some meeting that Demeter took her to, and he’s embarrassed by his brothers, teasing him and putting him down, and he catches Persephone watching and he’s blushing so bright and pouting and sulking

And then again when she wanders into his home and he’s just doing busywork, and he’s older now and a little more confident but not by much and he’s flustered all over again, jolted by the presence of this beautiful girl, power in her every step, and remembers how she had stood up to Zeus at that meeting, and how she was stronger than him, and when she asks to stay what is he supposed to do? Say no?

He knows the repercussions but he has such respect for her- that’s how it all started, pure respect, not love, not obsession- and he knows how the others treat young gods. Knows Demeter will leash her daughter to her side like a misbehaving dog. Knows how betrayal feels. And besides, maybe he can learn from her how to be so confident, so self assured. How she captured that power in her walk, in her expression.

When she tells him how she fakes it, he doesn’t understand. She tells him how scared she is. How when she came down here she was about to run back when he had caught her.

“You can never let them see,” she said easily, picking seeds from the pomegranate. “If they see how you feel, they can use that,” Her deep golden brown eyes pierced his, the wisdom in them made him sit back. “And they will drain you.”

It wasn’t long before they came for her. For once, he saw the fear in her eyes. And that, more than any advice she had given, made the mask of confidence and power fall over him. It was easy to tell them of the mistake she had made. She had eaten of his realm, she could no longer go back. It was her choice; he knew he couldn’t keep her and he wouldn’t try. But they didn’t need to know that.

Half of the year, they settled. It was enough for the young goddess and so it was for him. It was hard when she left. How odd, too. He had been alone for his entire life, shunned here, happily deprived of his family. But here he was, lackluster for mourning of his new- what was she now? He supposed she was considered his wife now to the others. To him, she was a friend. Someone to stand beside.

Her return made him warmer than he had ever been. She smelled like sweat and moss and lakes, her tight coiled curls wreathed her head like a crown. It made him want to make her one of her own. She was happy to be back, she said, and he stared. He told her no one had said that about this place before and she laughed, a hearty, shining thing. He felt his pale cheeks grow splotchy.

The love took longer. Hades was a cold place and a colder person. But he would quickly learn what spring does to winter. It wasn’t her beauty that thawed him, though that didn’t help. It was the way she leaned into him as he worked, how she talked and listened, her unabashed joy at the simplest of things. And then the strength, the elegance, the anger. She was a force that he was happy to stand behind. But instead she chose to stand beside him. Never a subordinate, always an equal.

He didn’t realise how warm his heart had grown until he caught himself staring, just like that first day. Her hair in a cloud of curls, eyes bright but firm, her confidence radiating. He was so in love it was stupid. The gods don’t love their spouses. But here he was, locking their fingers together.

She kissed him as if it was something they had done a thousand times before and told him she loved him the same way. When he responded, she looked surprised for the first time. He dragged her closer, whispering it again like a hymn, more for himself than for her. No matter how surprised she was, he was moreso.

Love wasn’t meant for gods. But he wasn’t sure they counted as gods down here. In the depths, they weren’t king and queen they were husband and wife. And he would never stop looking at her and getting flustered.

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greek mythology: hades, god of the dead and king of the underworld

In Greek mythology, Hades was regarded as the oldest son of Cronus and Rhea, although the last son regurgitated by his father. He and his brothers Zeus and Poseidon defeated their father’s generation of gods, the Titans, and claimed rulership over the cosmos. Hades received the underworld, Zeus the sky, and Poseidon the sea, with the solid earth—long the province of Gaia—available to all three concurrently. Hades was often portrayed with his three-headed guard dog Cerberus. 

HAIDES (Hades) was the king of the underworld and god of the dead. He presided over funeral rites and defended the right of the dead to due burial. Haides was also the god of the hidden wealth of the earth, from the fertile soil with nourished the seed-grain, to the mined wealth of gold, silver and other metals. 

Haides desired a bride and petitioned his brother Zeus to grant him one of his daughters. The god offered him Persephone, the daughter of Demeter. However, knowing that the goddess would resist the marriage, he assented to the forceful abduction of the girl. When Demeter learned of this, she was furious and caused a great dearth to fall upon the earth until her daughter was returned. Zeus was forced to concede lest mankind perish, and the girl was fetched forth from the underworld. However, since she had tasted of the pomegranate seed, she was forced to return to him for a portion of each year.

Haides was depicted as a dark-bearded, regal god. He was depicted as either Aidoneus, enthroned in the underworld, holding a bird-tipped sceptre, or as Plouton (Pluton), the giver of wealth, pouring fertility from a cornucopia. The Romans named him Dis, or Pluto, the Latin form of his Greek title Plouton, “the Lord of Riches.”

SYMBOL(S): Cerberus, cornucopia, sceptre, Cypress, Narcissus, Keys, Serpents. 

“We are three brothers born by Rheia to Kronos (Cronus), Zeus, and I [Poseidon], and the third is Aides [Haides] lord of the dead men. All was divided among us three ways, each given his domain. I [Poseidon] when the lots were shaken drew the grey sea to live in forever; Aides drew the lot of the mists and the darkness, and Zeus was allotted the wide sky, in the cloud and the bright air. But earth and high Olympos are common to all three.”

Homer, Iliad 15. 187 ff (trans. Lattimore) (Greek epic C8th B.C.)

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Hades

Symbols: Cerberus (his three-headed-dog), drinking horn, sceptor, key, the helm of darkness, pentacles

Sacred Animals: The screech owl, serpents, black rams

Plants: Cypress tree, asphodel, mint, white poplar, narcissus

Scents: Frankincense, patchouli

Gems and Metals: Onyx, jet, black tourmaline, black obsidian, hematite, coal, all metals and stones (especially black ones)

Colours: Black

Time: Midnight

Offerings to Hades:

Water, wine, honey, milk, or oil (best poured into a hole in the earth)

Pomegranates

Bones

Caring acts towards the dying

Caring acts towards dogs

Coins, gemstones, and metals

Leaving flowers on graves, cleaning up graveyards

Pictures of deceased loved ones

“Those who would harm me suffer their own ill intentions turned back on themselves.”

P E R S E P H O N E                          Queen of the Underworld

I wanted pomegranates— I wanted darkness, I wanted him. So I grabbed my king and ran away to a land of death, where I reigned and people whispered that I’d been dragged. I’ll tell you I’ve changed. I’ll tell you, the red on my lips isn’t wine.

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hi, sweet angelfaces - here are some playlists i’ve created for a few Goddesses, all posessing a unique theme! each one is on Spotify, so feel free to listen + follow them as you please!

Dear Aphrodite: a mix of gentle and magical instrumental/vocal pieces. picture Aphrodite herself, beckoning you into a fantasy world made up of the sweetest love and comfort. ♡

Dear Persephone: a mix of old, soft, and folk-y songs, ones which will send you walking arm and arm with Persephone. you will pick the ripest pomegranates, the sound of your harmonies filling the forest. ♡

Dear Hecate: a mix of spooky modern songs by very witchy babes, all of which are dedicated to the vast complexity of womankind. you sit side by side with Hecate, embracing the artistry that lies within the darker sides of life, exchanging secrets in the shadows. ♡

Dear Venus: a mix of soft-rock ballads that will send you afloat, breathing in the ocean air. Venus and you swim through the velvety currents, her voice encouraging you to show yourself the same love which you so greatly show to others. ♡