ΗΑΔΕΣ (underworldly) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-10-17 06:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | hades |
Who: Hades (a narrative)
What: Dreaming of Zeus stopping his heart and essentially ~banishing~ him, which has bleedover consequences
When: Today!
Where: His office suite, on the sofa
Rating/Warnings: A coma?
Status: Complete
He probably should have asked what other people did to stay awake, to get as little sleep as possible and not fall into a deep slumber - maybe they had some tips. Maybe they were just as reluctant to dream as Hades was. But he'd been doing alright with it, putting off the dreams, using all of his strength to hold them at bay. After another cup of coffee, however, the perfect roast sweetened just how he liked it, that was when things began to snowball downhill. 'Just for a minute,' he thought - just for a minute, he'd sit on the sofa in his office and go over notes for the next post-production meeting he had at two this afternoon. Just one minute turned into him laying sideways, propping the notes up to read them once he kicked his shoes off - then his eyes began closing, sandbags attached to the lids, he didn't even bother to fight it. The pen and papers slipped from his loose grasp, and fell to the floor as his body finally, finally eased into the rest it needed. You're wrong about me, Father. I will make a great King. The tears of rage smoldered in his eyes - he'd claim they weren't tears of sadness, but anger instead. However, not even Hades was immune to the effects of rejection, a constant barrage of it that pummeled him each and every time Kronos chose Zeus over him. Didn't matter what it was for, felt like the knife turning deeper, wounds widening, becoming chasms that he could never really get over. Choosing Zeus as the next ruler of Mount Olympus was one of the final pieces. And the last piece was a crystal in the shape of a crude lightning bolt. Taken from a box on a pedestal in his father's bed chambers, after the crystal was the cause of his father ceasing to exist, wiped away, Hades could scarcely believe what he'd done - and only had a few moments to look around the bedroom in horror before Zeus found him then. Hades had never dreamed this before - he hadn't dreamed of Zeus berating him about the dangers of the Olympian crystal, couldn't recall threatening to kill his brother (he wasn't sure if he could do it - here, he wasn't sure, maybe that was the difference between who he used to be and who he turned into today), he didn't know that Zeus would curse him. Would stop his heart, would break the Olympian crystal, would cast him off to the Underworld - only True Love's Kiss would right things once more. Only then could Hades live in the mortal world, and truly escape his very own Kingdom of the Dead, the destination of human souls. Didn't he say he'd make a great King? He tried to wake up, but he couldn't; this had become a lucid dream, Hades was now panicking. His heart - something was wrong with his heart. Had he been banished again? His body lay still and unmoving on the sofa, but where his mind was - well, he wandered. And eventually found his way through this miserable dream, greeted by a place full of shadows, ill-lit and desolate, barren of hope with his vast palace visible in the distance. Now, he was home. |