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Post by Hermes on Dec 20, 2011 15:38:21 GMT -7
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The Messenger of the Gods wasn't really a prestigious title but it did give Hermes a few benefits he enjoyed reaping at times. One such benefit was the ablility to enter and leave the Underworld at will. The only reason he could do this was so he could deliver packages to Persephone or, on the rare occasion, Demeter.
If Hermes was completely honest with himself, he just liked being able to pop in time to time to spend a few minutes with his uncle who was decidedly less enraging than his dear old dad. After his confrontation with Zeus, Hermes decided he needed a vacation, even if it was for five or so minutes. He could never tell when it came to Hades. After making sure evertyhing was arranged for his absence, Hermes had shimmered out of existence for a few seconds, vanishing in a bright flash of light from the Main House of Camp Olympus, appearing with a flash in front of Hades' Palace in the Underworld.
For a moment, Hermes actually hesitated before pushing the door open to the palace. He dusted himself off briefly and tugged down his shirt that was riding up his belly. The sandy haired god looked around, stretching out his senses briefly to find his uncle. "Uncle?" he called out loudly, walking deeper into the palace. "Where are you? You know, I don't know this palace very well." Hermes peered around, deciding to go to the throne room where Hades usually was. Hermes quickly made his way to the large doors, his shoes making small sounds on the floor as he went. The sandy haired god knocked loudly and pushed the door open, looking around for the Lord of the Underworld.
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Post by Hades on Dec 20, 2011 16:10:44 GMT -7
To say that things could get dull in the Underworld was an understatement. Every day, more people died and matriculated down, going through the various checkpoints until they reached their ultimate destination. Hades wasn’t disinterested in their travels, but he wasn’t particularly enthused by it, either. The same thing would happen the next day, and the day after that. To put it mildly, the lord of the Underworld was bored.
He had set the harpies on watch for any problems that might arise, and had retired to his throne room with a book. Demeter was visiting, and she and Persephone had gone out to his wife’s garden, which he had to admit was a relief. Hades rarely got along with his sister (though she wasn’t as bad as Zeus,) and he tended to avoid her when he could. As such, he was left with his own thoughts and the long dead and dusty thoughts of someone else, but he couldn’t even really focus on those. Instead, he was listening to a grandfather clock ticking in the corner. The wood was made of black oak, the metal pendulum made of silver and engraved with skulls and diamonds, onyx and ruby. The words “momento mori” were engraved on the hands, which ran backwards, always backwards- counting the time left for those who walked a mortal path.
He hadn’t been expecting a visitor, which caused him to rise from his chair when he heard the footsteps. They weren’t light enough to be Persephone’s, and Hades’ face arranged itself in a look of mild disinterest. Nico, perhaps? The boy had the rather irritating tendency to pop up when he was least expected, regardless of whether or not it would irritate the god himself. No matter how hard he tried, he didn’t see Maria when he looked at Nico- he saw himself, and part of him hated Nico for it.
But still, the boy was his son. That counted for something, surely?
"Uncle? Where are you? You know, I don't know this palace very well."
“Hermes,” the god of the dead breathed, his black eyes incredibly alert as they fell on his nephew. “Message for the Underworld?” It was hard to judge Hades’ emotions by the look on his face- he seemed neither pleased, surprised, or irritated to see the messenger. He was somewhat fond of Hermes- as fond as he ever was of anyone, anyway. For a son of Zeus, he seemed to have inherited the majority of his traits from his mother.
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Post by Hermes on Dec 20, 2011 16:39:28 GMT -7
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Hermes peered around when he heard his name and tipped his head to the side at the sight of his uncle. He stepped farther into the room, pleased that Persephone wasn't present. It wasn't that Hermes didn't like the goddess, it was that she was a bit annoying and her voice grated on his nerves. Not that he would ever say something like that aloud. The messenger blinked when Hades asked if he had a message for the Underworld and almost laughed, realizing he didn't usually just pop in for a visit.
Absently, Hermes fidled with the ends of his shirt, looking slightly to the left of Hades' head, almost as if he was embarrassed. "No messages, I'm afraid, Uncle," Hermes replied, his embarrassment vanishing in favour of his usual impish smile on his face. "Can't I just pop in to see my favourite Uncle?" He laughed a bit, more to himself than to Hades. Never before had the god displayed a particular choice of favourites amongst his relatives, simply because Zeus was his father and Maia was his mother. There could really be no favourites but right now, Hermes was mad. It didn't show on his face or his body language or his tone of voice, but he was angry. Just thinking about his father made him so very mad.
The sandy haired messanger ran his fingers through his hair and he peered up at Hades, his arm falling to his side. He was decidedly awkward, never having actually been with Hades for more than a delivery. He didn't really know what to say.
Taking a deep breath, Hermes spoke, looking up to make eye contact with his Uncle. "How have you lived with my father for so long?" he asked bluntly. "He is just... Infuriating! How can you stand it, Uncle?" His voice fell into a quiet sadness. "Father is harsh, but he's never... Said something to that extent. Father has just made me... Angry, I suppose." It was odd for Hermes to feel angry, at least to this extent. He tried to always be cheerful but Zeus' words kept echoing in his mind and it pissed him off. His hands formed fists and he stared at Hades, trying to reign in his sudden anger. "I just needed to get out of his jurisdiction and I'm not too fond of being underwater."
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Post by Hades on Dec 20, 2011 20:56:20 GMT -7
"no messages, i'm afraid, uncle,"
Hades’ brows rose higher, and his focus on the other god sharpened. No one ever stopped in the Underworld to visit, not him, anyway. Persephone usually didn’t receive visitors either, but at least her mother dropped in on occasion for her… Hades was quite happy to say that his own mother did no such thing.
"Can't I just pop in to see my favourite Uncle?"
“Nice to know I’m someone’s favorite,” Hades smirked, but there was still a wariness to his eyes. “What do you want, Hermes?” He asked bluntly. No doubt the younger god wouldn’t be there if he didn’t want something- no one just “hung out” with Hades.
"How have you lived with my father for so long?"
That nearly brought a real laugh to his lips, and he tilted his head back, chuckling. So that was what brought Hermes around- Zeus. And who better to bitch about Zeus than the brother who couldn’t stand him? “Daddy problems, nephew? What has that brother of mine done now?” He watched Hermes’ expression shift, knowing that whatever had happened between him and Zeus had really bothered him. Interesting.
"He is just... Infuriating! How can you stand it, Uncle?"
The lord of the Underworld was silent.
"Father is harsh, but he's never... Said something to that extent. Father has just made me... Angry, I suppose."
“What else is new? I’ve spent my entire life mad at my brother for something or other that he’s done.” Hades muttered, crossing his hands over his chest. He wasn’t known for giving much council on getting along with others, but he could tell that Hermes was truly bothered, and knowing that his nephew had come to him out of everyone he could have sought out was touching. “What did he say?”
"I just needed to get out of his jurisdiction and I'm not too fond of being underwater."
Hades looked around his throne room, at all of the opulent black marble, the dark draperies, the silver and gold littered with gemstones. For all of his attempts to liven it up, for all Persephone’s touches, it was still a cold and lonely place, and Hades moved his hand lazily, a chair made of bones appearing. “Have a seat, nephew. The hospitality of the Underworld is yours for as long as you require it.” His voice was soft, surprisingly gentle for a god reputed to be absolutely terrifying.
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Post by Hermes on Dec 20, 2011 22:20:45 GMT -7
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Hermes frowned when Hades put it so bluntly -daddy problems. That was it in a nutshell but just because that was it didn't mean he was going to enjoy it being said aloud. He rubbed his palms together absently, trying to calm himself. He wasn't upset with his uncle, he reminded himself, he was upset with his father. It wouldn't due to go off at Hades for something Zeus had done, especially since Hades hadn't kicked him out of the Underworld just yet.
The messenger looked at Hades with wide eyes, an almost childish look in the dark depths. However, a thankful, gentle smile spread across Hermes' face when Hades made a chair for him to sit in. He was glad that the ruler of the Underworld was showing him this kindness and he wasn't going to question it; it was just what he needed right then. He took a seat, tense but at least sitting. He looked at Hades thoughtfully for a moment before speaking in a wavering tone.
"Am I a bad father?" he asked, staring at his uncle. "Am I so bad that my own father has to shout at me in our native tongue about how lazy I am?" He rubbed his palms together yet again and flinched, hoping he wasn't developing a nasty habit. "My children hate me, Hades, they hate me. What am I doing wrong?" He sighed and slumped into the chair that had been provided for him. "He came down and I thought, okay, Father's here, what can go wrong? Everything, Uncle, everything could have gone wrong. He introduced me to his demigod son and I swear, he mocked me while doing it! And then he proceeded to inform me how bad of a father I am, even though none of my children have turned into trees thank you very much!" Hermes covered his eyes and took a deep breath. "He's never said things like that to me before. I knew he could be cruel, but not... Not that cruel. It's... It hurts," he confessed, his voice almost at a whisper. "It hurts as bad as losing Luke, maybe more."
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Post by Hades on Dec 20, 2011 23:27:36 GMT -7
As Hermes took advantage of the chair that Hades called up, the older god moved to his own throne, taking a seat in it as well. To stand while his guest was seated would seem rude, and while most people didn’t think it, Hades did have manners.
"am i a bad father?"
What a loaded question. Hades had often asked of himself the same, though never so boldly out loud. Hades didn’t have nearly as many children as his nephew, however, and only two that were living. Neither of them were anything to be particularly proud of, though Nico tried so hard to impress him, he simply wasn’t Bianca. And Lillian…. Cowardly, vapid Lillian, who balked from her own birthright and longed to be part of the sun. A moonstruck child, that one. Hades had less patience for her than he did the boy, and he had only met her once, not that she would remember it. She had been encased in gold, a victim of Midas and Zeus’ ill will towards her. Hades could have spared him the time, his foolish brother- Lillian was hardly worth the bother it took to goad her towards Midas in the first place.
"Am I so bad that my own father has to shout at me in our native tongue about how lazy I am? My children hate me, Hades, they hate me. What am I doing wrong?"
Hermes’ question brought him back to the present, and Hades raised a brow. “Are you?” He asked bluntly. “Only you know the answer to that, Hermes, not I.” He dusted off one of his long black sleeves before continuing mildly. “The demigods do not understand our roles as parents, that’s to be expected- they’ve been raised among humans, even though they aren’t. They come to cherish the beliefs that humans are raised in, and not the actuality of the gods. Your children want you to be something that you are not- that’s the nature of children. They’ll grow out of it, like they grow out of a fear of spiders or monsters in the cupboard. But when it comes down to it, do you feel like you’re a terrible parent? Have you neglected them to the interference of other gods?” His mind flashed back to Maria, dead at Zeus’ hands. He had tried so hard to save her, but only succeeded in saving Bianca and Nico. He hated his brother for his arrogant pride. “Purposefully steered them wrong when they sought your guidance?” He steepled his fingers, his eyes flashing for a brief moment with emotion, but it quickly disappeared. “No? Then I’d say you’re not doing too badly. Zeus likes to hear himself talk.”
"He came down and I thought, okay, Father's here, what can go wrong? Everything, Uncle, everything could have gone wrong. He introduced me to his demigod son and I swear, he mocked me while doing it! And then he proceeded to inform me how bad of a father I am, even though none of my children have turned into trees thank you very much!"
Hades was patient, letting his nephew wind himself down before bothering to offer his own commentary. “My brother is quite in love with himself. I wouldn’t take it personally. However, I’m surprised that you just now caught on- perhaps this is the first time his arrogance was directed towards you?”
"He's never said things like that to me before. I knew he could be cruel, but not... Not that cruel. It's... It hurts,"
“Even the gods suffer,” Hades said airily, looking once again to his clock. Backwards still, counting down someone else’s life in the blink of an eye. It had once counted down Maria’s, but he had been too preoccupied to notice. He had taken her for granted. Bianca’s, too. Who was next, Nico? “That’s usually the way of things.”
"It hurts as bad as losing Luke, maybe more."
“No,” Hades said frostily, his eyes suddenly returning to the other god as if snapped out of a reverie. “Nothing hurts so much as that.” Oh Bianca, his precious, beloved Bianca. She had been reborn by her own choice, and now even he couldn’t go visit her. She walked in the light, her memory of her life as his daughter gone, leaving him with nothing but ash and memories, a bitter breakfast not even fit for worms. It was a cold ache in Hades’ chest, one that was constant and numbing.
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Post by Hermes on Dec 21, 2011 21:27:46 GMT -7
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The words his uncle spoke warmed him up just a bit and the self pity Hermes had felt left him with each word Hades spoke. As he listened, he felt himself nodding, taking in what was said. Hermes couldn't deny that he liked to be reassured and it did seem like Hades knew what he was talking about. He frowned as his uncle asked if he, himself, though he was a terrible parent and he found he couldn't answer that question. Sometimes helf that way but other times, he felt like he was doing a good job given the circumstances. The messenger rubbed his hands together and stared at Hades, giving a slight laugh when he said that Zeus liked to hear himself talk. That sounded pretty accurate, actually.
As Hades continued to talk, sort of bashing Zeus. It was amsuing Hermes, to say the least. He thought the conversation was going well, at least until he mentioned his son. Hades' reaction shouldn't have surprised the sandy haired god but it did and he couldn't help but flinch at the god's cold tone. For a moment, he wondered what caused the reaction in Hades but almost instantly, he mentally scolded himself because he knew about Maria and Bianca.
With a frown, Hermes murmured, "I suppose not. Luke..." He laughed. "I miss him still. Sometimes, I see him. When I look at Brie, I see Luke in her. It scares me, just a little." He sighed. "This is pretty morbid talk for me," Hermes said, his tone a bit lighter, but not back to his usual level of enthusiasm. "Sorry to dump that all on you, Uncle," he murmured, glancing briefly at Hades' face before looking elsewhere.
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Post by Hades on Jan 9, 2012 16:44:24 GMT -7
By the time that Hermes spoke again, Hades had his temper back under its usual tight chains, but his eyes were still darker than normal.
"I suppose not. Luke...I miss him still.
Hades said nothing, though he knew exactly what Hermes meant. He missed Bianca, even though their meetings during her life had been very few and far between. He still loved his child, even if he hadn’t been capable of showing it often.
”Sometimes, I see him. When I look at Brie, I see Luke in her. It scares me, just a little."
Ah, the infamous Brie. Hades had heard Nico talk about her, the scrappy little brunette. He had forgotten that she was one of his nephew’s many daughters. “Maybe,” he said mildly, his expression unreadable, “this is your chance to do things over.” He let that sink in for a moment before adding, “In order to get it right this time.” He hoped for Nico’s sake, however, that it went better. Nico wasn’t into confiding deep dark secrets with him- and Hades definitely didn’t want him to be in that habit- but anyone that looked twice at the teenager could see he had it bad, and the girl’s reputation preceded her. Hades had to admit he was curious as to what all the fuss was about- it was rare for a demigod to cause that much ruckus to be noticed by so many, so quickly. As far as he knew, she had only really been on the radar for less than a year.
He made a mental note to keep his eye on that one, for Nico’s best interest, of course.
"This is pretty morbid talk for me. Sorry to dump that all on you, Uncle,"
Hades waved his hand as if to say it were nothing. “It’s fine. Hopefully I was of some service to you.”
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