Name’s Hades, Lord Of The Dead. Hi, How Ya Doin’?

Hades Panagakos, 38, mortuary owner. Funeral director.

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Continued from here.

Persephone was supposed to meet Hera for a girls night out and a couple of drinks. She had been fashionably early like always but she didn’t mind waiting on her best friend. Hera would have a drink waiting for her when she arrived anyway. That’s when she noticed a familiar figure hunched over the bar. It didn’t take long to piece together who it was. Wanting to surprise him she snuck quietly behind him until his outburst caused her body to jerk back. Was he talking about her? Her heart melted as he spoke even if there was an eerie silence from patrons who looked liked they were consumed by fear.

Slowly Persephone moved towards him again, gently placing her hand on his shoulder. “I know you do.” She spoke with a reassuring smile. In that moment she just wanted to calm him down before he did anything stupid. However she would be lying if she said it wouldn’t have been amusing to see Hades in action. She then moved besides him so they could see each other better. “Let’s get you home before you end up behind bars tonight, yeah?”

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He hates when people question him. When people go after him, telling him he’s not good enough. He’s been told that his whole life, he’s fought his whole life to change that about himself. And when it comes to Persephone, when it comes to knowing that she deserves better, he doesn’t need anyone reminding him of that fact. Because he fucking knows she deserves better, and he hates when people tell him that. And when he’s here, drunk, his anger has no restraints. Part of him is ready to get up and fight this person. He’s sure that everyone in the bar is watching the scene he’s starting to cause.

Hades is less than a second away from getting up when there’s a hand on his shoulder. There’s a moment where he thinks its a bouncer, but the touch is too light. It’s familiar. He turns, freezing as he looks at her. “Seph, I...” he starts, unable to think of anything else to say. Why was she here? Did she know he was here? His anger is still too volatile for him to ask her any of those questions because they’d come out angry and vicious and she would take them the wrong way.

She moves and he looks at her, wanting to hold her gaze but finding it hard to maintain eye contact just from the embarrassment of having her see him like this. “I wouldn’t end up behind bars,” he argues a bit, but nods along, getting up. As he does, he reaches into his wallet, pulling out a few large, crisp bills and tossing them onto the counter. And though the amount may have seemed generous, he knows he drank a lot, and any tip left for the bar tenders was more out of convenience as he had no interest in waiting for change. “Yeah. Let’s go,” he mutters, holding his arm out for Persephone to hold onto. 

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🍸 how does it feel knowing you will never be the man persephone deserves? you're evil incarnate and she's walking sunshine. she deserves someone that actually cares about her. not a selfish prick like yourself

He lets out a dry laugh. It’s dark, almost like a warning to them to shut up. Hades looks at his glass, turning it on the counter. It doesn’t feel great, he thinks, but doesn’t say. He wouldn’t say it out loud. Even drunk off his ass. It doesn’t feel great that he knows she deserves the best and as much as he likes to pretend, he knows that isn’t him.

There’s a part of him that wants to crack their skull down against the bar top, wants to throw them on the floor and step on their neck until they can’t turn blue. But that would just be proving their point, wouldn’t it. And even though he can feel the anger rippling through him, even though he hates them for asking this question, he does his best to hold all that in. “See, that’s where you’re fuckin’ wrong,” he says, his words dripping with venom—with a threat of violence he doesn’t want to actually show them because he doesn’t want to prove them right— “I do fuckin’ care about her. Probably more than you’ve cared about anything in this insignificant, pathetic existence you want to call your life. I really don’t think my relationships are any of your business. So how ‘bout you fuck right off before I take you down to the mortuary where you can pick out your casket before I put you in the fuckin’ ground.”

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🍸 FMK: meg, paige, hera

“This is a stupid fucking game. But I guess fuck Meg, marry Paige, and kill Hera? Or swap her and Meg, I know either way they’ll both be pissed to be in that first spot. Or, Y’know, maybe getting rid of all three of ‘em is the easiest thing to do. Yeah, I’d probably do that. Fuck ‘em all but in like a, y’know, get them out of here, off ‘em kinda way.”

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🍸You aren't as terrifying as you think you are. You're laughable more than anything

"And your words aren't as impactful as you think they are. They're really more laughable than anything," he deadpans, eyes icy. "But good try. Go back to third grade and try just a little bit harder to get the other kids to cry on the playground, okay?" words like that don't get to him. Because he knows one day they'll end up on his table, decaying and disgusting, and he'll bring them back just to feel what death is like for just a few minutes--to remind them what life is like-- and just to find out if they still think he's laughable.

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Year’s End - how was this year for you?

"Not any better than the last, but not any worse. Nothing too outrageous. Why do you fuckin' care?"

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🍸 fmk meg paige parker

“Fuck Meg, marry Paige, kill Parker. If I have to play this stupid fucking game.”

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🍸 😔 tragic

“What’s tragic? You comin’ around here with that stupid look on your face? Yeah, that is pretty damn tragic.”

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🍸 😔 sad

“This doesn’t clear anything up.”

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🍸 😔

“I don’t know what the fuck this means.”

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🍸 favorite employee? or maybe more accurately -- the employee you can tolerate the most ?

Hades bursts out laughing. “See, you get it,” he says as his laughter dies down. “Uh, I guess Meg? At least she’s not an idiot, y’know? That’s good enough for me.”

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As he slides into the elevator just before the doors shut, Hades immediately wishes he’d just been patient. Of fucking course. He thinks, letting out an almost disappointed sigh as he presses the button for his floor, looking down at Hera briefly, hoping to the gods she didn’t start saying something.

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Halloween went as quick as it came. Fall was upon the grove and while Persephone appreciated every season she knew winter wasn’t too far ahead. Her precious garden would soon wither leaving nothing but its dead petals and soil. She knew she had to keep a positive attitude about it. Knowing her plants fed of her emotions. So she went around her shop speaking affirmations to her plants and flowers as if they were her little green family. “C’mon little guy perk up, I promise that you won’t go cold this winter.” Hearing the bell alerting her that there was a customer in the store she looked up from her planter box and slowly took a few steps forward. “Oh-Sorry! Do you need any help looking for something?”

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Hades can’t help but enjoy the brisk air as the fall progresses, getting closer to winter. He enjoys the cold, though he knows as the air gets colder and the trees go bare that there’s someone who doesn’t share his same enthusiasm for the colder months.

As he walks into the flower shop, he grins, watching her turn. He almost wished there wasn’t a bell so he could just be a fly on the wall for a moment and watch her work with her plants. She always seemed so happy when she was and he would rather just witness it than interrupt it. “Well, I would say I was looking for something beautiful but it seems you’re right here,” he says as he approaches her. “How are you, Seph?” 

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Hades Panagakos || 38 || Mortician || Magical

TW Death, animal death mention, drug and alcohol mention

Death has never been something he’s been afraid of. He always found it intriguing, the cycle of life and death, the possibilities of what happens not only to the soul but the body as well as it goes through it’s last moments. 

He almost regrets his actions of his childhood, harming animals just to see the life leave them—treating them like science experiments, playing god. It was not his place to be a god of death. Especially not to something so small, so innocent. People he didn’t mind as much. But being a god of the dead, of their bodies and souls and what happens to them after the action… he didn’t mind overseeing that. 

The worst thing about him is his temper. It’s something he can’t control. He likes to pretend that drinking and drugs and sex calm him, but he knows they don’t. Sometimes substances just make it worse. Sex helps sometimes, but it’s only ever a temporary fix to a life long problem. 

He can’t help but experiment with his powers every now and again. Trying it on things beyond humans like bugs and rats he finds in the traps outside the mortuary. Trying to see how long they can last. How much he can control them. 

He loves Persephone more than he’d ever be willing to admit to anyone other than her. And even then he finds it hard to express his genuine feelings. He hates when his anger turns on her and they get into fights that puts them back into an “off again” season. When he drives her away. It eats him up inside and always leads to harsher times for him both in terms of his actions and behaviors and it’s very clear when he’s in a good place with her because he’s usually in a better mood. But he knows he loves her and he knows if there’s ever anyone he wants to be his wife, it’s her. He just doesn’t know how to express that in words or actions.

He knows they can be bad for each other but he also knows how good they are when they’re good. He wants to figure out how to keep things good all the time but right now he doesn’t know how to do that and he’s too stubborn and arrogant to truly admit to knowing that for that to happen he needs to change things about himself and if he doesn’t, this vicious cycle will just continue.

He doesn’t really have a fun side, but he tries for Persephone to have a bit of a softer fun side like watching whatever tv shows she likes and getting dessert together or doing whatever she wants to do. The only fun he has around other people in his life is his sarcastic and dark sense of humor along with drinking too much. Sometimes though when he does try to let loose he takes things too far and then nobody is having fun. 

Sometimes, after a fight with perse and she leaves and her plants have wilted, he’ll try to see if his powers can bring them back, even just for a moment. So far it hasn’t worked, and even if it did, he knows it wouldn’t be forever. He just misses seeing the plants bloom when she’s not around. 

He can’t stand his brother. He used to try to interact with him but now he just finds it annoying and pointless and he’d rather throttle him than try to be family with him anymore. 

He always dresses in his nicest clothes and suits. 

He has an affinity for gemstones and gold and silver. He thinks it’s a superstitious thing, but he believes they make his magic stronger. And much like Persephone with her plants, he likes having a lot of them around. He likes that they’re something natural he can have without feeling like he’s going to kill them. 

Secretly wants dogs. 

Sometimes he hears things, like whisperings deep in the back of his mind. He tells himself it’s spirits begging for five more minutes on earth. Wanting a taste of life again. The other alternative is that he’s losing his mind and honestly he doesn’t Know which is more terrifying. 

Is very annoyed by the specter twins but somehow they’re more useful for him than they are if he cut them loose. 

Has different tattoos, some of different alchemical symbols, some that he thinks just look cool or badass. 

Has scars from fights he’s gotten into in the past and from his own actions as well. He isn’t a fan of any of them, he feels like they make him seem weak. 

He’s violent, cold, and distant which means he doesn’t have many people he would call “friends”. At most he’d call the people he’s close to associates. 

Pansexual 

Speaks a little bit of Greek.

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TOM ELLIS for JÓN MAGAZINE (2021)