the unseen one

death, riches, afterlife, virility. the unseen god of the underworld & the wealth-giver. indie hades, greek myth based with multi-source inspiration. penned by sammi.

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*quietly comes to clean this up a bit and maybe write*

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griimreaping‌:

“That’s what the tea is for, sweetheart,”                   Jean replies returning with cold fingers laced around the steaming mug and a thick manila folder tucked under one of her arms. Hopefully, Hades didn’t mind too terribly ( or cause her too much distraction ) while she flicked through some work.

“Yeah, for your hands. What about the rest of that perfect body of yours?” He had yelled it a little, but as she came into view Hades let his voice return to normal volume. Seeing her return with what is most likely something to do with her job, giving him a moment to consider things. He doesn’t have a vital need to have her, nor does he wish to interrupt her work if she has a current target. So he lets it go and just welcomes her to bed by pulling back the covers.

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@mtchstck​

“Come on, I know you can do better than that, my little Hephaestus.” Should the God of the Underworld be so invested, so close to a small human child? No, but there is no one like Liv. She wasn’t granted any gifts from his family, certainly not from Hephaestus, and yet... She wields fire like she’s made from it. Of course Hades has his own fire, an ancient flame that burns as he tells it to, but the small child has so much more to learn if she wants to have real control. “Show me what you’ve got.”

[strangebrews]

But you’re young, so you think what we do is all right.

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@mortuam​

“Ah, my favorite doctor.” There’s been a feeling in the air since he arrived, a particular mix of essences that is always hard to figure out. It’s not until the god become particularly close that he knew exactly was setting off his senses. “Did you fancy a drink as well then? Don’t blame you, this bar is top quality.” Despite what Dr. Corbin likes to do in his free time, Hades holds no ill will over the soul stealer. In fact, he finds it rather interesting that he’s managed to harness necromancy so well when others failed so miserably.

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@multiheads​​

Sat on the couch in the main living room, Hades is casually reading a crime drama novel as the sun peeks in on him through the floor to ceiling windows. This particular home is large, spacious, and has a perfect view of the ocean from where he sits. Flipping the page over, he hears the familiar gait of a very good friend. “Cerberus. What brings you to earth?” While he enjoys having his best companion at his side, he doesn’t restrict the hound from doing as he pleases.

[softer-kisses]

“make me”

i grab you tightly by your throat, press my hand against your hard on, bring your neck up to my teeth. “what the fuck did you just say to me?”

i graze my teeth along the delicate skin there to hide my smile when you shiver and murmur something nonsensical

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[strangebrews]

Let the ladies have their fun.

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confusion echoes across his face as he regards the man before him. man? his senses and intuition go off in a different way however as he eyes him. he’s someone else, something else rather. lightly his brows knit together before he draws in a small breath and makes a gesture for a drink to be brought to him. “ to your gates?”  he questions, keeping up an image of superiority as he moves to lean on the bar top. “ the name’s Klaus Mikaelson, I would have figured that you would know that being here in my city. “

Oh, that name. Even the God of the Underworld knows the death and destruction associated with it. While he never seeks out any of the familiar essences, Hades always wondered if he would ever get to meet the infamous hybrid. “It gets hard to remember who rules what when you’ve lived as long as I have.” His accent is hard to distinguish, a mix of everything including influence from languages that no longer exist. “I’ve been called many names over the years, but I believe you might readily recognize my preferred name... Hades.”

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only child vibes

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@griimreaping​

“Love, come back to bed.” There’s been a chill in the air all day and Hades knows how much she hates the cold. That, and he very much enjoys her skin against his own.

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@anditsxsorrows​

Well, what a day this has become. “Your essence... It’s so familiar to me. Dare I say, I know it too well. An old soul, literally and figuratively. Please, do me the honor of sharing your name. I must know the ones who send me so many to my gates.” Hades sits at the bar of Rousseau’s as the man next to him has what must be his umpteenth drink of scotch. Never one to judge on that alone, he waits to see how the other responds before continuing his questioning.

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                                                all hail the king.

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