I work for Hades. It's kind of fun, actually. You get to see alot of the sites. Anyways, while my story is being told elsewhere, I have decided to keep this journal as a log on exactly what I think of him. He can't read my mind like he can other mortals, because I have a metal shield in my head from when I was younger and cracked my head open on the sidewalk.
You should know, I'm not a very strong willed person. I easily cave to him. But I love him, and I am certain he does me too. Otherwise he wouldn't go through so much trouble to keep me around him at all times. Literally, at all times, he hates it when I am away from him for even an hour.
Alright so I'll start this journal off with what I felt when I first met him, back when I was fifteen years old. Awe. Wouldn't anyone? He is the god of the underworld after all. And he's very good looking, black hair, pale skin, very tall and built. He always wears black though which is sad, because I do not enjoy negative colours. I doubt he'd change his clothes though. Anyways, the first thing he said to me was how I was the most vibrant looking mortal he had ever seen. I never think of myself as vibrant, but I suppose when he looks at me, he sees a golden blonde, tanned girl. I'm not that great looking really, atleast that's what I think, but he seems to believe otherwise. Back on track, but in the Underworld, not many people are so alive as me, so I guess that is why I am vibrant to him.
I was instantly into him when I met him. Who wouldn't be? He's quite intimidating, but after awhile you grow into it. Life isn't so bad here, I would take it here than anywhere else, that's for sure. I do miss my mom sometimes, she'd be handy to help me with all the mood swings Hades goes through.
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