The river of lost souls made this place less welcoming than I had imagined. It was normally me sending people down here, not the other way around. The ferryman still demanded drachmas from me. Very selfish if you ask me but, I'm in the underworld so, might as well obey the rules here or get kicked out. Which wouldn't send me back to earth, let's blame Zeus for that part. As I reached the castle of the underworld, there it stood. In all it's glorious darkness and oozing of pure evil. You'd expect red skies and demons roaming everywhere, quite the contrary. Hades was like that, going against the vibe of life.   Instead, he had a huge rose garden near his grey copy of Buckingham palace......very unhell like, I know. I reached the gates of the castle and his hell hound greeted me with it's eyes closed.   "Don't worry, my powers are up on earth along with my head....my head!" I felt around for my head but noooo, I didn't have one.

Staying in the underworld was frankly quite boring. All I ever did was scheme, eat, bathe and sex. Let's not forget running from Persephone. Apparently Hades can't stand up to her so I run away everytime she shows up....I mean, the bitch is crazy so I understand what I'm dealing with. The only sad part, I haven't seen my kids after their birth. I only know I had two girls, two beautiful girls.   Hades felt they were safer with a caretaker as I was busy planning a war, a war I didn't want to be part of and now, I would never see my girls until this war was over. That's if we won and I make it out alive. The only hope I had was this child growing in me, and everytime I felt it kick or move, I knew I wasn't just fighting for me, but to make sure no one else faces such woes by the hands of the so called 'gods'.    The castle felt even more lonely as everyone was busy with Hades' war but I had a few friends, there was a maid called Madeline