way down, hadestown

memo to me ... maim you after my meeting.

[plutoundertaking]

closed for: @kritikalhit

——— nothing happened in the underland without hades knowing. it was the rule that everyone knew. people had tried to test the limits, see how far they could go without getting caught, but their luck always ran out. any temporary gain they received was no match for the consequences they faced at the hands of an angry god. so when hades heard tales of this little reopening, he pondered. was this girl foolish or naive to move her business to the underland. he chalked it up to both. her nativity was something he could use for his personal gain. it was all strategy and business with hades. opportunities were everywhere. if he couldn't find one, he'd make them. the scene of the downtown festivities was projected onto a tv screen through a ball of mist in the middle of hades' office. the oracle sisters had gifted him an all-seeing eye. it was one of the many ways he had been keeping tabs on his kingdom. he watched as unsuspecting citizens laughed and enjoyed all this reopening had to offer. "shame, i wasn't consulted about this move let alone the event." hades hummed as he heard the footsteps of one of the boys. "you think they would ask their king permission to do such things." he turned to krit, flicking the lit cigarette that was in his hand into the ashtray. "i believe you and cas should send a little message on my behalf."

[plutoundertaking]

You hear that heavy metal sound? The symphony of Hadestown And in this symphony of mine Of power cords and power lines

[plutoundertaking]

closed for: @olympiczervous

——— this was a day that hades had been waiting for. if he was being honest, he was amazed it had taken so long. news had broken of orion's unfortunate passing. since then, the underland had been buzzing. people were clamoring at his door to fill in the vacant spot hades had yet to announce was filled. there were whispers of people scared they could be on the chopping block next while others were happy to see a hell baron gone. it was pure chaos and hades was relishing in it. the underland wasn't the only place that was on fire. word had gotten back to the god that the council was floundering once again. hades always made sure that he was two steps ahead. he had learned from his previous failures with maleficent. he refused to orchestrate his own downfall once again. instead, he would make sure he was untouchable. thus far, the plan had been working in his favor. with every little thing meticulously planned, surprises rarely came to the god. however, he should have come to expect the unexpected with a certain annoying little demi-god. he had sensed hercules presence long before his nephew made himself known. there wasn't a single soul that walked through the underland without being detected by hades. normally hades would have unwanted pests squashed but he had allowed hercules to get far. what can he say? he was in a good mood. besides, his curiosity was piqued. councilors hadn't dared to enter the underland. he wondered what could have given hercules the confidence to do so now. the god gazed down from his throne. his eyes locked with his nephews, a fire lightning behind his cold blue eyes. the word nephew still tasted bitter on his tongue even after all these years. he truly couldn't believe this was the kid who had him kicked off olypmus where he rightfully belonged. "to what do i owe this unexpected visit, sunspot?"

[thomashopper]

open starter ft. locust fight club.

word travels fast through the veins of the underland. passing through the sewers and the neon lightening fast. the words flashed across the television screen. snake eyes owner: found dead. hopper looked at the screen curiously for a moment, watching as the reporter stood in front the crime scene. it seems as though big bad orion was big and bad no more. "tough luck." hopper mumbled to himself as he tossed his phone on the bar counter. "sad sack got what he deserved if you ask me." he huffed out a light chuckle. this was all very interesting for hopper.

''looks like there is a storm brewing."

[plutoundertaking]

——— it wasn't often that hades visited the hell baron's domains unannounced. when he dropped in, there was always a purpose behind it. whether it was to strike fear or to threaten. praise was given sparingly as he didn't want them to get an ego. they were high on the food chain because of him and hades liked to tighten those chains every once in a while to remind them of such.

hades visit to the locust fight club was solely because he had heard that it was the place to be in the underland. the dud fighters hopper used to keep around were finally gone. something had shifted for the better and hades wanted to see what it was.

"is that right?" his voice echoed long before his silhouette took frame. there was no smoke, nothing too showy this time around when he made his presence known. instead, hades conjured a glass and slid it across the bar to hopper insinuating he wanted it filled. a small test to see if hopper knew hades' drink of choice. he liked to keep them on their toes.

"there's something brewing, but i wouldn't think too hard on it. it's better if you keep that pretty little head of yours without ideas." he replied. hades always held his cards close to his chest. his next move was even a mystery to them. "however, i believe one good idea has come from you recently. i'm told business is booming. better than snake eyes and facilier's. which is rare. care to elaborate on what's changed?"

[reveriemind]

#profile

[plutoundertaking]

closed for: @shadowjinu

——— hades had been busy lately, for lack of a better word. there was always something that needed to be done in the underland. a king's work was never done. whether people realized it or not, the god had eyes and ears everywhere in his domain. no one snuck into the underland without him knowing, and they certainly didn't leave either. for months, he watched people snoop around for clues they would never find. the skeletons were buried well by him, but he enjoyed the entertainment. one bit of entertainment he hadn't expected was an old entity to shake things up. in a sense, he was grateful to krampus for shifting the blame elsewhere for a while. it had allowed the king to plot further in peace. he was well aware that jinu had been captured by krampus. of course, it wasn't his doing. there were certain things hades couldn't mess with. he was already tampering with the natural order by having grim reap soul prematurely. he didn't need death or even la muerta to get on his case. so, he had let krampus be. in watching from the shadows he could tell that jinu was acting different. now that his new plans were in motion, he decided it was time to pay the demon a visit. black smoke billowed in from underneath the door frame before the steady oak burst open to reveal the god. he walked in nonchalantly as ever and gave jinu a once-over. "pain and panic have told me you've been jumpy lately." with a snap of his fingers a chair appeared for the other to take a seat. "you're still focused on the mission at hand aren't you, jinu?"

[locknteagues]

–––  ❛  closed starter for; @plutoundertaking

Logan Teague had never been one for velvet chairs and obsidian marble. But he was adjusting. The Underland was colder than he liked, even when the fires danced in braziers that never truly gave off heat. The quiet of Hades’ office was thick, choked with old secrets, flickering candlelight, and the rustle of ancient paper.

He sat across from the god now, a stack of new files open in front of him: mortal contracts, property bids, coded ledgers for the growing network Hades insisted they keep expanding. Logan understood it, he'd been in this game long enough to know what was needed. Diversify your power, own the systems people rely on. He wasn’t sure if they were building an empire or a warning.

Logan flipped a page, pen scratching against the margin as he made a correction Hades would either appreciate or ignore. His jaw clenched, then relaxed. He hadn’t said anything until now, but the weight of it had been gnawing at him.

Without looking up from the contract, he spoke.

“…You ever going to tell me about the horns?” It was casual, almost flippant. Almost. He tapped a finger absently against the side of his head where, just beneath his hairline, the smallest curved nubs had started to grow. They weren’t painful but they itched, a quiet reminder that whatever pact he'd made... it was taking root.

"I’m still me," Logan added, tone lower now, measured. "Just want to know if that changes now that you have my soul." He glanced up at Hades then, eyes unreadable but not afraid. Not anymore. If he was becoming something else, fine. He just wanted to understand the rules.

[plutoundertaking]

——— the high that hades was riding was one he never wanted to come down from. it had felt like a millennium since he found his way on top. if you asked him, it's where he rightfully belonged. the stars had aligned, the cosmos was in his favor, and all the pieces were coming together one by one. sure, maleficent had laid the groundwork, but now hades was finishing what they had started.

it had been some time since he had a competent sidekick. pain and panic were more brawns than brains. as for megara? she was collateral at this point. he didn't trust her in the slightest but kept her chains tight. logan had been a breath of fresh air. which, hades knew he would be. he had been eyeing orion's lackey for quite a while. he knew that the boogeyman didn't utilize his people. there was nothing hades hated more than wasted potential. there was no room for it in his domain. not from him or anyone who worked for him.

the god was looking through the latest revenue tracking from the hell barons. the papers were scratched up with bright red ink, marking their failures and highs. he didn't bother to look up from his papers as he heard logan speak. glasses still on the bridge of his nose as he marked diligently. "oh, those," hades hummed, as if they weren't an obvious part of demon anatomy.

"you're the most you that you have ever been." he finally looked up, the look on his face smug, as if he held a secret that logan didn't know. which, to some extent, he did. "you are a child of two worlds, logan. forbidden if i'm being honest, but that's neither here nor there. your human side holds back your potential. now that we have you leaning into your powers, demon features start to take shape." he took his glasses off and sat them down so he could give logan his full attention. "you're home. that's why you're changing."

[plutoundertaking]

———  the  god  watches  with  careful  eyes.  his  mind  is  calculating  the  situation  at  hand,  churning  ideas  to  form  into  deals.  logan  approached  him  with  a  level  of  confidence  most  wouldn't  dare  try  in  his  presence.  it  wasn't  defiance,  not  to  hades.  he  wanted  to  see  how  far  logan's  loyalty  stemmed  and  how  he  could  use  that  in  the  long  run.  ❛  oh,  i'm  aware.  the  fates  dealt  you  heavy  cards  didn't  they  ?  you're  so  acutely  aware  of  how  unfair  the  world  is.  it's  all  you've  known.  i  can  understand  those  sentiments.  ❜  he  hummed  leaning  on  his  forearms  to  meet  logan  halfway  as  he  leaned  on  his  desk.  ❛  but  i  can  sway  the  pendulum  in  your  favor.  ❜

a  trade  ?

now  they  were  talking.

❛  i  don't  discriminate,  logan.  everyone  is  fair  game  in  my  eyes  unless  asked  otherwise.  ❜  but  hades  watched.  there  were  eyes  all  over  the  underland.  he  saw  the  connections  people  had,  the  strings  to  pull  to  bring  someone  to  their  knees.  he  knew  where  fatal  flaws  lay  and  how  to  orchestrate  things  to  sway  his  way.  did  he  let  mavis  get  taken  on  purpose  ?  it's  a  secret  he'd  never  share.

he  listened  carefully  to  logan's  words.  his  interesting  growing  more  by  the  second.  hades  had  always  seen  potential  in  the  youngest  teague.  he  knew  he  was  wasted  on  orion.  competence  is  what  the  king  was  looking  for,  and  with  logan  in  his  arsenal,  it'd  be  another  step  towards  power.  with  a  wave  of  his  hand,  a  chair  manifested  out  of  the  dark  shadows  that  lingered.  it  pulled  up  fast  behind  logan  with  a  force  that  could  knock  the  man  into  it.  the  god  stood  from  his  desk.  he  looked  down  at  logan  with  a  ominous  grin.

❛  i'll  return  mavis,  unharmed,  in  exchange  for  your  soul.  ❜  he  raised  his  hand  to  stop  any  comments  that  might  occur  because  the  first  part  of  his  request  was  all  too  predictable.  ❛  you  will  also  leave  snake  eyes  and  orion  to  work  for  me.  you'll  be  my  eyes,  ears  and  another  reaper  if  i  ask  of  it.  ❜  with  a  snap  of  his  fingers  a  new  scroll  and  pen  appeared  glowing  bright  blue.  the  contract  laid  before  logan  detailed  everything  hades  expected  of  him.  once  signed,  logan's  soul  would  be  his.  ❛  do  we  have  a  deal  ?  ❜

[locknteagues]

If he was going to damn himself, he wasn’t going to do it on his knees. He stayed calm, shoulders squared, chin lifted just enough to meet Hades’ gaze without posturing. He listened. All of it. Every clause. Every expectation. Every chain dressed up as opportunity. And somewhere deep in his chest, something old and tired finally went quiet. So this was it. The price was his soul. His freedom. His future.

He thought, distantly, of what it would mean. Of never really belonging to himself again. Of being watched. Pulled apart and put back together whenever Hades decided to tighten the leash. He accepted all of that without flinching. The truth was Logan had never been free. He was simply changing who held his leash.

“Yeah,” Logan said at last, voice steady, almost casual. “We’ve got a deal.”

His eyes sharpened. “But with terms.” He kept his voice hard and emotionless. “Mavis is returned exactly as you said. Unharmed. Unmarked. And she is out.” His jaw set. “She’s not leverage. She’s not collateral. She’s not a pressure point you revisit when you’re bored.”

Logan’s hands curled slowly into fists, then loosened again. Controlled. Deliberate. “You keep her name off your lists. You keep her out of the Underland. You keep her out of this.” He gestured between them. “Forever.” He glanced at the scroll, then back to Hades. “You get me. You get my work. You get my loyalty.” His voice dropped, firm as bedrock. “But she stays untouched. Protected. That’s non‑negotiable. The moment she's hurt, this ends and I'll do everything in my power to ruin you.”

Then Logan reached out, took the pen without ceremony, and signed his name. “If that’s the cost,” he said quietly, sliding the contract back across the desk, “I’ll pay it. Gladly.” He didn’t look relieved. He didn’t look afraid. He looked like a man who had already decided what he was willing to lose and what he never would.

[plutoundertaking]

END.

[locknteagues]

Logan didn’t move as the scroll unfurled, didn’t so much as glance at the names. His eyes were fixed on Hades like he could carve through every lie, every deflection, every smug layer of divine performance with just a look. He didn’t need to be told what was fair. Not here. Not by him. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and even. "Nothing in this life has ever been fair. I don't expect it now. I don't deal in fair. I deal in reality."

Logan stepped forward, past the line most people wouldn’t cross when addressing a god, and rested his palm on the edge of the desk. Not in reverence. In refusal to be dismissed. The shadows stirred with him but didn’t flare, they obeyed his calm because that calm was held in a vice grip.

"You want a trade, make the terms." His gaze flicked once to the glowing scroll, then back. "But don’t waste my time pretending you didn’t engineer this. You knew exactly who they’d come for. What that would do to me. That’s why you let it happen." He straightened just slightly, enough to regain the sharp silhouette of someone with nothing left to gamble and everything left to lose.

"If you think damning me means you own me, you’re wrong. You can’t collect what you can’t kill. And I won’t die until she’s back." The line sat there, like a challenge. Logan wasn’t trying to win sympathy. He wasn’t pleading. He was naming facts, and he didn’t blink when he delivered them.

"So name it," he said again, voice edged now. "What you want. What this costs. But don’t pretend it’s about rules. We both know power bends to will, not precedent. You want to run your kingdom? Fine. Just remember--" His expression darkened, a cruel glint beneath that carefully masked calm. "I’ve lived under worse."

The room thickened, like the shadows were listening for what would happen next ...and Logan stood there in the eye of it, quiet, unwavering, the storm waiting just beneath his skin. His shadows as his feet, reverent and obedient, because finally Logan had stepped into the demonic part of him.

[plutoundertaking]

———  the  god  watches  with  careful  eyes.  his  mind  is  calculating  the  situation  at  hand,  churning  ideas  to  form  into  deals.  logan  approached  him  with  a  level  of  confidence  most  wouldn't  dare  try  in  his  presence.  it  wasn't  defiance,  not  to  hades.  he  wanted  to  see  how  far  logan's  loyalty  stemmed  and  how  he  could  use  that  in  the  long  run.  ❛  oh,  i'm  aware.  the  fates  dealt  you  heavy  cards  didn't  they  ?  you're  so  acutely  aware  of  how  unfair  the  world  is.  it's  all  you've  known.  i  can  understand  those  sentiments.  ❜  he  hummed  leaning  on  his  forearms  to  meet  logan  halfway  as  he  leaned  on  his  desk.  ❛  but  i  can  sway  the  pendulum  in  your  favor.  ❜

a  trade  ?

now  they  were  talking.

❛  i  don't  discriminate,  logan.  everyone  is  fair  game  in  my  eyes  unless  asked  otherwise.  ❜  but  hades  watched.  there  were  eyes  all  over  the  underland.  he  saw  the  connections  people  had,  the  strings  to  pull  to  bring  someone  to  their  knees.  he  knew  where  fatal  flaws  lay  and  how  to  orchestrate  things  to  sway  his  way.  did  he  let  mavis  get  taken  on  purpose  ?  it's  a  secret  he'd  never  share.

he  listened  carefully  to  logan's  words.  his  interesting  growing  more  by  the  second.  hades  had  always  seen  potential  in  the  youngest  teague.  he  knew  he  was  wasted  on  orion.  competence  is  what  the  king  was  looking  for,  and  with  logan  in  his  arsenal,  it'd  be  another  step  towards  power.  with  a  wave  of  his  hand,  a  chair  manifested  out  of  the  dark  shadows  that  lingered.  it  pulled  up  fast  behind  logan  with  a  force  that  could  knock  the  man  into  it.  the  god  stood  from  his  desk.  he  looked  down  at  logan  with  a  ominous  grin.

❛  i'll  return  mavis,  unharmed,  in  exchange  for  your  soul.  ❜  he  raised  his  hand  to  stop  any  comments  that  might  occur  because  the  first  part  of  his  request  was  all  too  predictable.  ❛  you  will  also  leave  snake  eyes  and  orion  to  work  for  me.  you'll  be  my  eyes,  ears  and  another  reaper  if  i  ask  of  it.  ❜  with  a  snap  of  his  fingers  a  new  scroll  and  pen  appeared  glowing  bright  blue.  the  contract  laid  before  logan  detailed  everything  hades  expected  of  him.  once  signed,  logan's  soul  would  be  his.  ❛  do  we  have  a  deal  ?  ❜

[locknteagues]

–––  ❛  closed starter for; @plutoundertaking

The  Underland  air  was  thicker  than  usual  like  something  had  shifted  beneath  the  skin  of  the  city,  deep  and  ugly.  It  clung  to  Logan’s  coat  as  he  walked,  shadows  curling  at  his  boots  like  they  recognized  him  but  didn’t  know  whether  to  welcome  or  warn.  He  hadn’t  slept.  Hadn’t  eaten  much  either.  Not  since  Mavis  disappeared.  She  was  just  gone.  No  note.  No  hint.  No  scream  in  the  night  to  chase.  And  no  one  had  seen  a  thing.  Or  if  they  had,  they  weren't  talking.

There  was  only  one  person  who  dealt  in  souls,  secrets,  and  silence  like  this  and  still  had  the  power  to  drag  the  truth  up  from  the  depths.  Logan  hated  that  he  was  walking  this  path.  Hated  that  he  was  about  to  speak  the  name.  But  there  was  no  other  choice.  The  doors  to  Hades’  den  weren’t  doors  in  the  traditional  sense.  Just  a  warped  part  of  the  Underland’s  maze  that  bent  inward  if  you  walked  the  right  way  with  the  right  desperation.  Logan  had  found  the  curve  in  the  stone  by  instinct  alone.

He  paused  at  the  threshold,  shoulders  squared,  fists  clenched  at  his  sides.  “Don’t  play  coy,”  he  muttered  into  the  cold.  “You  already  know  why  I’m  here.” His  voice  echoed  quiet  but  iron-willed.

“I  want  her  back.”

Darkness  stirred  at  the  edge  of  the  chamber,  thick  and  slow  like  a  serpent  waking.  Logan  didn’t  flinch.  The  shadows  were  old  friends  by  now.  Tools  he  never  wanted  but  had  been  forced  to  learn.  He  took  another  step  into  the  abyss,  jaw  tight.  He  knew  better  than  to  show  desperation. “If  you  had  something  to  do  with  it,  say  it  now.  If  you  didn’t.....help  me  find  who  did.  Whatever  it  takes....whatever  you  want.” 

He  didn’t  beg.  But  there  was  something  just  short  of  it  beneath  his  words.  Mavis  wasn’t  just  anyone.

She  was  his.

And  Logan  Teague  would  burn  every  bridge  in  this  realm  and  the  next  to  bring  her  home.

[plutoundertaking]

———  the  atmosphere  of  the  underland  reflected  the  storm  that  was  brewing  within  hades.  the  change  was  enough  for  a  usual  dweller  of  the  land  to  notice  a  shift  but  to  someone  who  rarely  frequented  hades'  domain  they  wouldn't  have  known  a  thing.  this  plan  had  been  eons  in  the  making.  the  cosmos  foretold  hades'  rise  to  power.  this  was  destined  to  him  no  matter  how  much  zeus  and  dare  he  even  say  poseidon  tried  to  keep  him  below  them.  the  council  only  had  the  upper  hand  due  to  citizen  doing  the  heavy  lifting  for  them.  a  shift  in  plans  had  to  be  made.  the  flesh  of  his  scheme  was  rotting.  hades  needed  to  amputate  the  inflected  limb  if  his  plan  was  going  to  survive.

he  knew  exactly  what  needed  to  be  removed.

his  quiet  fury  was  only  silenced  as  new  presence  made  itself  known.  the  rage  was  delicious,  crackling  under  his  skin  with  a  power  that  was  intoxicating  to  him.  it  was  as  he  willed  the  solution  to  reality  himself.  he  looked  from  his  desk  to  see  logan  standing  before  him.  it  was  the  most  emotion  he  had  ever  seen  the  boy  radiate.  the  usual  stoic  outwards  appearance  was  replaced  with  something  far  more  desperte.

good.  hades  could  work  with  this.

❛  why  you're  here  ...  ❜  every  syllable  was  punctuated  as  hades  pondered  why  logan  would  ever  be  in  his  home.  "oh  yes,  the  vampire?"  the  god  wouldn't  even  pretend  to  be  coy.  he  knew  exactly  who  logan  was  referring  to.  he  was  shocked  to  see  her  swimming  in  his  river  of  souls  but  not  entirely  shocked  either.

❛  i'm  afraid  i  can't  do  that,  logan.  if  i  give  her  back  then  i'll  have  to  give  everyone  who  ever  lost  someone  back.  i'm  trying  to  run  a  business  here.  ❜  a  soul  for  a  soul  was  the  usual  name  of  the  game  for  a  deal  like  this  but  hades  wanted  to  play  his  cards  just  right.  he  knew  exactly  which  card  to  use.  ❛  technically,  yes  i'm  behind  this.  you're  a  smart  boy  you  should've  known  that  but  i  did  not  personally  go  out  and  seek  mavis,  no.  i  don't  do  house  calls  unless  i  feel  like  it.  the  deal  i  made  with  the  hell  barons  was  that  i  give  them  whatever  they  want.  give  them  their  little  riches,  powers,  domains  and  they  get  me  souls.  ❜

his  fingers  tapped  along  the  bourbon  he  was  nursing.  everything  was  a  carefully  crafted  game  to  hades.  moving  irrationally  had  caused  him  to  fail  in  the  past.  this  time,  he  was  going  to  be  ten  steps  ahead  of  his  opponents.  even  those  who  weren't  aware  they  were  playing  his  game.  his  gaze  lifted  to  give  logan  a  look  of  pity  mixed  with  faux  sincerity  for  a  man  who  lost  everything.  ❛  you  know  i  thought  orion  would've  put  mavis  on  my  do  not  reap  list.  i  don't  think  it's  fair  you're  coming  to  my  door  demanding  i  fix  something  i  didn't  break  when  your  boss  was  the  one  who  didn't  ensure  her  safety  to  begin  with.  ❜  with  the  snap  of  his  fingers  a  burning  scroll  unfurled  before  logan.  names  glowing  in  pulsating  black  ink  of  the  individuals  people  had  made  deals  with  hades  to  spare.  names  like  amanda  fellwyn  and  william  morien  danced  across  the  burning  page,  rubbing  salt  into  the  wound  of  knowing  mavis  could  have  been  spared  had  hades  been  told  to  save  her.

❛  whatever  takes.  ❜  the  magic  words.  people  groveled  and  bargained  at  his  feet  to  change  cruel  fate.  in  their  time  of  desperation  they  called  out  to  him.  the  god  was  all  too  happy  to  answer  for  a  price.  ❛  what  are  you  willing  to  give  me  to  get  mavis  back,  logan  ?  you're  a  demon.  your  soul  is  already  dammed  to  me  the  day  you  leave  this  earthly  plane.  whatever  could  i  want  from  you  ?  ❜

[plutoundertaking]

closed for: @shad0w-t0ngued

———  it  was  always  said  that  the  tell  tale  sign  that  hades  was  around  is  if  you  felt  warmth  at  the  back  of  your  shoulders  or  noticed  serpents  and  crows.  these  signs  occured  when  he  was  reaching,  calling  in  the  night  like  a  haunting  lullaby.  the  burst  of  flames  that  knocked  down  the  doors  of  snake  eyes  was  not  that.  it  was  a  warning. black  smoke  bellowed  out  as  the  blue  flames  died  down.  it  slithered  across  the  floor  of  the  casino,  darkening  everything  in  its  path  to  make  way  for  the  god  who  summoned  it.  not  long  after  hades  emerged  from  his  theatrics.  the  heat  coming  from  him  was  so  scalding  that  his  coat  spark  as  the  friction  of  the  fabric  met  the  wood,  threatening  to  ignite  again.  nothing  needed  to  be  said.  the  patrons  of  the  casino  immediately  filed  out  and  avoided  hades  at  all  cost.  the  few  stragglers  who  couldn't  move  fast  enough  were  escorted  out  by  pain  and  panic. the  only  two  competent  companions  of  hades. as  his  eyes  settled  on  orion,  hades  looked  at  the  man  with  a  glare  that  could  that  was  sharp  as  a  scythe.  pointed,  direct,  deadly.  his  fingers  snap  and  soon  a  chair  came  screaming  against  the  floor  until  orion  was  shoved  in  it.  the  metal  of  the  arms  weeping  as  it  altered  under  hades'  heat  changing  from  something  solid  to  apparitions  of  the  souls  that  laid  in  his  river.  their  cries  of  agony  rang  through  snake  eyes  as  they  held  orion  hostage  in  the  chair. ❛  there's  been  a  lot  of  talking  going  on  in  elias.  somewhere,  someone  got  sloppy  with  my  reapings.  ❜  said  person  had  been  taken  care  of  immediately.  he  made  a  nice  trophy  to  hades'  ever  growing  collection.  ❛  you  know,  i  thought  i  was  hearing  it  wrong  but  word  got  back  to  me  that  a  certain  councillor  and  his  mutant  pet  are  aware  that  you  have  powers  now.  and  i  couldn't  help  but  think  ...  that  no,  you  wouldn't  be  that  stupid  to  threaten  my  entire  operation.  ❜  the  contemptuous  undertones  in  his  words  couldn't  be  masked  with  hades'  usual  sarcastic  cadence.  his  fists  clenched  as  the  souls  pierced  into  orion's  skin  like  knives. ❛  then  i  remembered  who  i'm  talking  to  and  oh  yeah,  you  are  stupid  enough  to  risk  my  entire  operation  over  that  bag  of  bones  you're  so  obsessed  with.  what  made  you  think  that  going  to  elias  and  threatening  a  councillor  was  going  to  work  in  your  favor  ?  they  had  no  proof  that  i  was  behind  all  this  and  you  gave  them  a  crumb  that  they're  following  straight  to  my  door.  so  you  better  start explaining  as  to  why  you  fucked  up.  ❜

[shadowjinu]

open starter / location wishing well

only about thirty minutes into being at the fair did jinu loose track of the rest of the saja boys which honestly wasn't as much of a problem for him. it was easier to walk around individually or in pairs than as a group. unfortunately, he was typically the only one that got left out of the pairs. he didn't really mind because he was looking for huntrix. just because it was a fair didn't mean that he could have fun—that was for the stage, for in front of the fans. outside that, he refused to let anything else get in the way or matter. however, the wishing well was an interesting idea. he waited for a group of people to walk away, giggling at their own prophecies. and when he thought he was alone he tossed a coin in.

The day the sun turns dark, the false leader shall bring an age of misfortune.

he let out a laugh. jinu knew that it would be a vague string of words that meant nothing, but it was almost comical. "what bullshit," he muttered.

[plutoundertaking]

———  hades  was  always  two  steps  ahead.

it  wasn't  the  council  who  had  extended  a  hand  for  him  to  join  the  harvest  fair.  hades  offered  his  services.  he  told  them  to  consider  it  an  olive  branch  of  sorts.  something  to  keep  the  peace  between  them,  though,  there  already  was  peace  wasn't  there?  the  council  had  no  proof  of  the  true  deeds  the  king  was  doing  underground.  only  whispers  and  rumors.  if  something  happened  in  his  domain  he  couldn't  take  credit  for  it.  if  people  were  subjected  to  nektar  or  going  missing  they  couldn't  tie  it  to  him.

his  hands  were  clean  in  the  eye  of  the  public.  and  he  worked  damn  hard  to  make  sure  it  stayed  that  way.

hades  had  thoughts  that  the  council  was  going  soft.  their  desperation  to  keep  up  appearances  outweighed  their  judgement.  it  was  predictable.  funny  even.  he  knew  he  could  always  count  on  them  to  humor  him.

he  had  stuck  close  to  the  shadows,  observing  the  way  he  always  did.  he  was  formulating  plans  and  moving  chess  pieces  with  every  stride.  his  eyes  landed  on  his  newest  protege.  hades  saw  potential  in  jinu.  he  was  loyal,  almost  to.  a  fault,  hades  liked  that  in  a  minion.  he  would  have  almost  dared  to  say  he  was  fond  of  jinu.  he  liked  him  enough  to  threaten  the  hell  barons  with  him.  if  one  stepped  out  of  line  their  replacement  was  ready.

❛  what?  don't  believe  in  wishes  ?  ❜  hades  mused,  a  smirk  on  his  lips  as  he  appeared  from  the  shadows,  smoke  billowing  out  below  his  feet  in  sinister  clouds.  ❛  the  boys  are  keeping  eyes  out  on  everything,  yes  ?  ❜

[sophsun1]

HADES voiced by James Woods

Hercules (1997) dir. John Musker & Ron Clements

[pdouwes]

Make the king feel young again. Sing for an old man!

[waltrp]

welcome to the playground: a playlist for the underland.

[waltrp]

Hades Vasilakis ✦ Hades ✦ Oliver Jackson-Cohen ✦ Hercules

KILL THE CHAOS, FIND THE BALANCE

CURRENT AGE: immortal

SPECIES: god

OCCUPATION: ruler of the underland

AVAILABILITY: plot moving

AROUND WE GO, HADES VASILAKIS

All his eternal life, Hades has played second fiddle to his eldest brother, the God of Olympus, Zeus. At times, he wouldn't even consider himself a second, more like a third when compared to their middle brother, Poseidon, who somehow was held in higher regard than he was. Hades was shoved down to be lord of the Underworld. His days were an endless loop of screams from the damned and darkness. Hades always believed he was destined for something more. He was handed the short stick with the gods and intended to claim what was rightfully his - Olympus.  The plan was meticulously crafted, down to when the planets aligned. What Hades hadn't anticipated was his nephew unraveling his plans. The sunspot was the next king of Olympus, and Hades, this simply wouldn't do. The god instructed his henchmen, Pain and Panic, to get rid of Hercules, turn the child mortal, and kill him. For years, he believed his little problem to be solved until a great hero on the rise made himself known.  Hades couldn’t allow Hercules to take what was rightfully his. Just himself, he wasn’t strong enough for his glorious purpose, but with the help of someone else, he could get exactly what he wanted. Maleficent offered him more than just Olympus; she offered him a seat at her table of darkness. Hades could be king if he helped her take over Elias. Hades couldn’t refuse.  Their plans seemed foolproof, but the bugs of Elias were more determined to save their home than they anticipated. When it came down to it, Hades would protect himself no matter the cost. The rest of the sinister six perished, but Hades was left standing. The city was vulnerable in a way it had never been before. People were desperate for salvation, hope, anything. Hades knew it was the perfect time to strike. If he was going to be expected to rule under something, he might as well make it something he created rather than thrust upon him by his brothers. The misfits of Elias were cast out, but Hades gave them their sanctuary to call home: The Underland, a home for those who bore no light in their heart. Where the dark and wicked could thrive; it was a villain's playground. Hades was finally king. He created the hell-barons: a loose coalition of landlords, crime bosses, and corporate tycoons to help be Hades’ eyes in the Underland and keep it under control, but a seat at Hades’ table always came with a price. His colleagues paid with their souls. In the last year, The Underland has truly become a threat to new Elias. Hades no longer needs to take over Elias. He’s created something far more powerful and he knows that the council is aware of this. It’s why Hades has begun to build a wall separating the two cities. He will keep the people who chose this land trapped and keep the pesky renegades and, anyone else from Elias who tries to save his people, out. He will be king of this land. If they want to take it from him, they will have to pry it out of his cold dead hands.

THE ROLE OF HADES IS PLOT MOVING.

[expandingsleep]

oliver jackson-cohen in towards zero > episode 3 (dir. sam yates)