A/N: I wrote abt 3/4 of this and Blackout wrote the 1/4. This contains a violence, narzistic and psychopathic actions and gore. Please read at your own risk.

!(13+ pls do not read under the age of 13)!

Persephone:Godess of the Underworld

Aphrodite: Godess of love

Zeus: King of the gods (god of thunder)

Thanatos: The greeks death

Hades: God of the Underworld

Apollo: God of the sun, mathemathics, inspiration and sicknesses.

Artemis: Goddes of the hunt and the virgins (and protector of ace)

Dyoniseus: God of wine and feasts

Styx: Lake of the underworld

Charon: Ferryman of the Styx

He never knew how big sins were until he saw her. She was a beauty a treasures sight he wanted to keep.

Roses would open whenever she walked by, the sea, so salty would turn sweet if it only could touch her. She smelled better than thousands oils and even the gods and nymphs came down to just see her touching smile.

Persephone, the beauty of the dead land, the graceful yet teasing wife of the dead. She made him want to die if he only could see her stunning brown eyes again, her smooth honey like skin. Oh, he would kill Zeus just to have her for one night.

Night for night he waited at the sea, regardless of the animals in the sand. No sleep no wine or food he only longed for the beauty that awaited him in the dark world. He didn't let his wife touch him, hold him, not ever.

She also seemed to notice the change in his eyes. They were terrifying. Dark circles because he stayed out for so long. He started sculpting rather than worshipping her body. She felt lonely, Outworn and in the wrong place. She thought he was moonstruck and prayed to Aphrodite in hope to find answers to her grief.

The crashing sound of the waves kept him awake yet again as he starred into the darks of Gaea's blood. It looked like the gateway to his so loved delicate goddess. Wouldn't the dazzling woman be frustrated with him having a second love?

No she had to be his only one and one forever. The sea wasn't a mirror any more. His face disappeared and let him hasp a glance of the dark afterlife world. He would never have to see his horrid face ever again when he would sink into the darkness. His faith in seeing the loving goddess just manifested thinking of his ideal life.

He stood up, the sad sticking to his sweaty palm. Quickly he hasted into his house, it was only a fact of time until he could see his cherished love again. The thoughts of it were so pleasing, he didn't even notice how Thanatos looked at his actions with a blood curling smile.

Soon there was hair-raising and horrendous scream as she felt the tip of the knife enter her, him standing intimidating in front of her. She raised her hand to beg for help but she found no other hand to hold. There was no one helping her and no one finding her in her screams of ache she had from her throbbing wound.

The blood covered the bed, the sheets shimmered in red liquid. The knife didn't even hurt any more and as she closed her vision to send one last prayer, she saw the frighting face of the dead. Thanatos stood before her, his outrageous eyes pricing her body while she bled to death. "Cursed may you be....", was the only thing she could mutter as the son of darkness took her away.

He looked into his hands. Her blood and smell stained him, it was wrong and nasty. The only woman he shall love from now on was the Queen of the afterlife. And so he ran to the chanting sea that awaited him with all it's wonderful possibilities.

People from the village ran outside of their homes after they had heard the blood freezing scream. They saw him running, running towards the salty waves, his clothes were on the ground, soaked in blood and sweat, showing off his naked skin.

In full euphoria he ran into the cherishing sea that lead to his lustful desires. The water splashed around his body, it was cold. The other villages came running, screaming about the great misery they saw in his house.

The salty liquid flood around him and cleansed his body from the staining touch his wife left him. The curse would be washed once Persephone may lay her petite hands on his pure skin and drag him down into the bed of lust.

Aphrodite may worship their love and Aries should bow down and follow his commands that he should kill the mighty god of death. Dyoniseus shall make a big fest and Apollo play the finest musik while a new half god would be born.

"Listen you dumb fools, I am the one that Persephone herself will accept, the greatest of you all, the new king of the underworld!", they looked confused and began throwing sticks and stones.

But he only turned around to the beautiful sight of his deared world. Excitement ran through his nerves, pure eustress to be exact. Such a beautiful world. He saw Thanathos awful disguise, offering him the hand.

But he knew that he would die if he would trust the death-bringing hand. He filled his lungs with a big gasp of air and let the water surround his body. But Poseidon didn't want him to enter his kingdom of the sea.

He dved up, horrofied of the weird sea creatures he just saw. His good joy turned into panick. He saw how the portal to the underworld closed, but he had to get through it under all costs. Tears formed n his eyes and mixed with the already salty sea.

Thanathos tapped his shoulder, offering his hand, hoping for a last chance to escape to his beloved. He wanted to hold her, kiss her, so bad. But Thanathos didn't drive into the palas of Perephone. All he could feel was thousands of bee stings.

No sweet honey, just pain as he rammed into the cliff, where Thanathos took him to the styx where Charon threw him into the burning hate of Hades.

(Zack/Blackout)