Who Is Plutos In Greek Mythology?

Everyone knows the legend of the Minotaur. But that's all it is to them - a myth. And even then, the myth only tells the tale of a monster slain by a hero. Has anyone bothered to ask the supposed monster for his side of the story? Of course not. And I should know. I am that "monster." I am Asterion, The Minotaur, and the first of my kind. And this is my story. You can decide for yourself who the monster truly is.

My wife, Cassia, was a wood nymph. A cursed one. Forbidden to love mortals. But she fell for me anyway. Every time her heart fluttered for me, the gods struck her down with agony. She willingly endured that torture ninety-nine times just for a chance to be with me. Then, demons dragged me to Tartarus. Hellfire and whips became my sun and moon. Right as I was about to break, I remembered a prayer Cassia taught me—a desperate whisper to the gods. It finally worked. But instead of help, I heard Cassia talking to her patron goddess, Hecate. "Cassia, how could you bargain with the Furies? You let them drag Aiden to Tartarus!" Cassia's voice choked with desperate tears. "Adonis was supposed to suffer this fate. But he's a fragile mortal. This would destroy his soul! I had no choice if I wanted to save him." "Aiden is a child of prophecy. His soul is strong. The Fates watch over him. He'll survive." "Once I save Adonis, I can stay in the mortal realm forever. Then, I'll use my eternal life and all my love to repay the hell he's enduring for me." My heart shattered. As the monsters closed in on me, I stopped fighting. I gave up.

I was Apollo’s most devoted follower, the lover he handpicked from a sea of worshippers. With me, he’d always shed his divine arrogance. He was so tender, so attentive. I actually thought he loved me to the bone. Until seven days before our Consort Ceremony, when I used my gift of prophecy to peek into our future together. I expected to see a lifetime of blinding love. Instead, I saw him violently tangled in the sheets with my adopted sister, Cassandra. Wrapped around him, Cassandra giggled. "You're so good to me, my Lord. Thanks to you, I'll finally get my sister's Sight and take her place as High Priestess." And Apollo—my god, my lover—smiled down at her with pure adoration. "Whatever makes you happy, little bird. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have played pretend for this long, let alone allow her to become a god's consort." In that split second, my heart turned to ash. My faith shattered into a million pieces. With seven days left until the ceremony, I didn't confront them. Instead, I fell to my knees before the altar of Hades, Lord of the Underworld. "I offer you my gift of prophecy. I will be your most loyal follower in exchange for your sanctuary." "Please. Take me away from here. Take me somewhere Apollo can never find me."

Hades was well-cast to rule over the land of the dead. But what if Hades, the fearsome monarch of the Underworld was, in fact, a goddess? Everyone called her, 'Lord of the Dead' out of mockery since she prefers the company of women. She was considered an isolated and violent immortal, who loathed change and was easily given to a slow black rage like no others. But then everything changed when the dark goddess met the daughter of Demeter, Persephone. Now the tale of Hades and Persephone will be retold with a sprinkle of twists and turns.

They ran away and lived in human world, she transform herself into a human being not minding the consequence of everything. She revolve her world to him. She devote her whole self to him. One day, she want to surprise his husband, but she got surprised on what she just witnessed. She want to surprise him of the little god on her tummy but she was beyond surprise when she witnessed that his husband was holding a baby, the princess baby, a son of the princess and his husband, a fruit of their affair and trecherous deed to a goddess. Their giggling while staring their son while she's dying because of pain. Unexplainable pain. A gods and goddess suddenly appeared everywhere. A knight of my twin brother, apollo. He witness everything. He's fuming mad and want to kill him, but he got killed by him. I want to kill her but he killed me and my little god to save the princess and their prince. Unbearable pain, unbearable anger, unbearable curses and unbearable thoughts. She called and ask for help to the goddess of moon, selene and the goddess of rebirth, azraelle. She swore at the light of the crescent blue moon that they will be reborn again with her and she will make them pay. She passed out before she could finish her curse. In another side of the world someone was born, a child was born. A curse child.

In the human world, Olympus is merely a fantasy found in books, known as the abode of gods since ancient times. But in another world, Olympus is an enchanted and dangerous place. A place not for gods and goddesses but for peculiar people from the seven castes of power. However, powers have their limitations, and so does Olympus. And, in the midst of war and darkness, a woman struggling with an identity crisis in the human world has mysteriously entered the enchanted world of Olympus. In a world where power is the only way to live, will she be able to survive, especially since she has to deal with the man who possesses one of the elemental powers in Olympus? This isn't just an ordinary world. This isn't just a mere fantasy, nor a figment of imagination. It's the world of Olympus, and it's about the love untold.