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that putrid smell that makes people gasp and cou gh without delay or hesitation. Interestingly enough, however, there was always much life in Hades’ abode. It was just a different type of life.
In the cavernous, sooty underworld there were dark creatures, creatures like bats that flew all around the cave. There were also water creatures, both big and small that slushed around through the water (where water did exist). There were also creatures that walked on land, poor unfortunate creatures who originally were free and lived out in the wild, but, due to their desire for protection from predators or harsh weather, were compelled to enter Hades’ cave. Hades, of course, opened the gate for them to enter, but once any mortal creature entered Hades’ abode there was no leaving unless Hades willed it. So these lonely creatures, be they bear, deer, rabbit, mouse, or whatever they were, were stuck and gradually seeped deeper and deeper into Hades’ cave looking for food and water. Of course, there was nothing for a mortal to eat in those caves and only old, disgustingly gross water. So they eventually collapsed on the cave floor, waiting and wanting to die there in Hades’ underworld. However, Hades’ controlled the power of death, especially in his underworld, and thus did not grant them death. Instead, they transformed into hideous, angry, delusional creatures that no longer had any hope of a good life.
Their fur transformed into a long, gruffly, sooty ash. Their claws and teeth grew longer and sharper. Their skin became greyish-black and much more stretched. They ever sought evil and became fierce, deformed creatures.
There were three levels, to Hades’ underworld. The bottom level was called Tartarus—a place that even Hades didn’t dare descend to. It was a place that seemed to naturally dig itself into the ground by Hades’ mere presence. This was a place all the evil, suffering souls with no will left at all went to linger away from all hope. Then there was the main level, the level where Hades’ servants who were bound to him wandered enslaved. Day and night his servants, both humans and creatures, labored with pickaxes, making that rock prison larger and larger for all the souls that Hades was continually gathering. These people, or wraiths, constantly chiseled away down the dark corridors with no time for sleep. It was a despairing life for these souls.
T he top level of Hades’ underworld was smaller than the rest and was reserved exclusively for Hades himself and those few servants he would allow enter. On the top level there was a grand council room, or literally, Hades’ throne room. This is where Hades spent almost all his time. This room lay directly under the tallest peak on Crete and had one great oculus in the center of his throne room that allowed Hades to gaze up at the sky.
You see, Hades was not accustomed to light, nor did he quite prefer it, although he could endure it and, like Philoctetes, he wanted to have one skylight for his underworld. Some said he had it because he s imply wanted fresh air. Some thought he enjoyed the skylight so that he could look up at the sun and be reminded of what power he wanted—the power of the sun. Others thought it was so Hades could have a secret escape, as he frequently left his underworld to perform tasks within Greece.
In the highest part o f Hades’ underworld, underneath the oculus, was a massive round table made of black stone. There, in the middle of the table was a large hole where a massive magical globe of the world of Greece and the seas and islands around it, which he frequently referenced. It was not a stiff or boring round globe, but an animated one, one that looked so real you would have believed it was a real world. You see, Hades spent a great deal of time in his throne room, almost always planning and scheming over how he was to achieve his next great victory against Zeus and his army. The
In the cavernous, sooty underworld there were dark creatures, creatures like bats that flew all around the cave. There were also water creatures, both big and small that slushed around through the water (where water did exist). There were also creatures that walked on land, poor unfortunate creatures who originally were free and lived out in the wild, but, due to their desire for protection from predators or harsh weather, were compelled to enter Hades’ cave. Hades, of course, opened the gate for them to enter, but once any mortal creature entered Hades’ abode there was no leaving unless Hades willed it. So these lonely creatures, be they bear, deer, rabbit, mouse, or whatever they were, were stuck and gradually seeped deeper and deeper into Hades’ cave looking for food and water. Of course, there was nothing for a mortal to eat in those caves and only old, disgustingly gross water. So they eventually collapsed on the cave floor, waiting and wanting to die there in Hades’ underworld. However, Hades’ controlled the power of death, especially in his underworld, and thus did not grant them death. Instead, they transformed into hideous, angry, delusional creatures that no longer had any hope of a good life.
Their fur transformed into a long, gruffly, sooty ash. Their claws and teeth grew longer and sharper. Their skin became greyish-black and much more stretched. They ever sought evil and became fierce, deformed creatures.
There were three levels, to Hades’ underworld. The bottom level was called Tartarus—a place that even Hades didn’t dare descend to. It was a place that seemed to naturally dig itself into the ground by Hades’ mere presence. This was a place all the evil, suffering souls with no will left at all went to linger away from all hope. Then there was the main level, the level where Hades’ servants who were bound to him wandered enslaved. Day and night his servants, both humans and creatures, labored with pickaxes, making that rock prison larger and larger for all the souls that Hades was continually gathering. These people, or wraiths, constantly chiseled away down the dark corridors with no time for sleep. It was a despairing life for these souls.
T he top level of Hades’ underworld was smaller than the rest and was reserved exclusively for Hades himself and those few servants he would allow enter. On the top level there was a grand council room, or literally, Hades’ throne room. This is where Hades spent almost all his time. This room lay directly under the tallest peak on Crete and had one great oculus in the center of his throne room that allowed Hades to gaze up at the sky.
You see, Hades was not accustomed to light, nor did he quite prefer it, although he could endure it and, like Philoctetes, he wanted to have one skylight for his underworld. Some said he had it because he s imply wanted fresh air. Some thought he enjoyed the skylight so that he could look up at the sun and be reminded of what power he wanted—the power of the sun. Others thought it was so Hades could have a secret escape, as he frequently left his underworld to perform tasks within Greece.
In the highest part o f Hades’ underworld, underneath the oculus, was a massive round table made of black stone. There, in the middle of the table was a large hole where a massive magical globe of the world of Greece and the seas and islands around it, which he frequently referenced. It was not a stiff or boring round globe, but an animated one, one that looked so real you would have believed it was a real world. You see, Hades spent a great deal of time in his throne room, almost always planning and scheming over how he was to achieve his next great victory against Zeus and his army. The
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