Post by Nyoka on Dec 11, 2010 13:36:52 GMT -5
Most people when it’s there time to go or if the greedy hands of death decide to snatch their life they go. If their dead with not even a glimmer of hope of coming back, when their heart will never beat again its stays that way. Forever.
My heart stopped beating for good.
My lungs took what should have been their last breath.
But I’m alive, and even if you’re a demi god like me you can die. I was dead and now…. I guess you could say I was born again straight into my old life, my old body like I never left.
Maybe it’s because my father is Hades, king of the lost souls, he who somewhat controls death. Maybe it’s because when my soul left my lifeless body I was in the underworld.
But for whatever the reason, I left this world-and I was for sure never coming back- and now I’m alive.
Immediately though I wish I wasn’t. Hades is a dark and sinister man who thrives off others pain, so when he found out how I died I was banished from the underworld; the only home I knew.
Normally his offspring don’t live with him, they live in the world above. But he loved my mother (For the time being anyway) and he said that he knew I’d be special and worth keeping around. (You learn to appreciate those “compliments”)
Although he likes to think otherwise he’s not 100% wicked, he cares deeply for all his kid’s (especially those who have evil powers and minds) but if you cross him there is nothing on heaven and earth that can save you. In sum Hades is a kind, cruel, evil, nice man. And anything good is his eternal enemy.
This brings it back to me.
I was exiled from my fiery home because of how I died. A soul was caught halfway in between Heck and life, in limbo suffering in horrible agony and all of Hades minions and himself just laughed. I suppose that being raised how I was and who my father was that I should be evil and dark, up to no good, and in a way I was as bad as the best of them. In another I was like an angel caught in Heck the very opposite of where I should be. I was good and kind as anyone from the clouds but I kept these feelings to myself because I knew the consequences of being good in the midst of evil. Nevertheless I couldn’t stand by while they laughed at another’s pain, a pain that seemed like it would tear my soul into a million pieces, I was surprised that it didn’t. The worse part was that the spirits suffering would be eternal, never ending and that sent me over the edge and made me do what I did.
That soul was in a secluded part of the underworld where few went. I guess that was lucky or unlucky for me, it depends on how you look at it. The spirit was of a woman with long hair. Her complexion seemed like it was translucent but solid almost like a ghost. Her face was twisted in pure unrelenting pain, her eyes filled with tears they could no longer cry. Her screams filled the sky and blocked out every other sense, deafening.
I could no longer bear this woman’s pain, unthinking I reached out knowing that once we made contact my life would end and hers would go on. I knew this and still I reached, but at least when I died I wouldn’t be in limbo, in agony like her.
In that instant that my skin touched hers there was a moment of peace. For her, for me. She realized what was happening and looked in too my fading eyes and said in voice overflowing with relief
“Thank you.”
A ray of light interrupted this places dark shadow and sent her where she never should have left.
There was no light for me. Just blackness. A sleep where no dreams went, where no one could wake me (or so I thought at the time)
When I awoke I faced my father’s fury. He knew now that although I came from his evil seed I was divine instead of what I should have been: demotic. And when this realization came he told me that for my destructive deed that I was banished.
“Dad! I’am your daughter you cant do this!” Was my pitiful protest.
A cold harsh look came into his eyes, one I thought could kill
“ I have no daughter.” And with that I was sent to earth in dark cloud of hate, with nothing but my powers, the clothes on my back, straight to a tree with a sign that said
“Camp Half Blood”
My heart stopped beating for good.
My lungs took what should have been their last breath.
But I’m alive, and even if you’re a demi god like me you can die. I was dead and now…. I guess you could say I was born again straight into my old life, my old body like I never left.
Maybe it’s because my father is Hades, king of the lost souls, he who somewhat controls death. Maybe it’s because when my soul left my lifeless body I was in the underworld.
But for whatever the reason, I left this world-and I was for sure never coming back- and now I’m alive.
Immediately though I wish I wasn’t. Hades is a dark and sinister man who thrives off others pain, so when he found out how I died I was banished from the underworld; the only home I knew.
Normally his offspring don’t live with him, they live in the world above. But he loved my mother (For the time being anyway) and he said that he knew I’d be special and worth keeping around. (You learn to appreciate those “compliments”)
Although he likes to think otherwise he’s not 100% wicked, he cares deeply for all his kid’s (especially those who have evil powers and minds) but if you cross him there is nothing on heaven and earth that can save you. In sum Hades is a kind, cruel, evil, nice man. And anything good is his eternal enemy.
This brings it back to me.
I was exiled from my fiery home because of how I died. A soul was caught halfway in between Heck and life, in limbo suffering in horrible agony and all of Hades minions and himself just laughed. I suppose that being raised how I was and who my father was that I should be evil and dark, up to no good, and in a way I was as bad as the best of them. In another I was like an angel caught in Heck the very opposite of where I should be. I was good and kind as anyone from the clouds but I kept these feelings to myself because I knew the consequences of being good in the midst of evil. Nevertheless I couldn’t stand by while they laughed at another’s pain, a pain that seemed like it would tear my soul into a million pieces, I was surprised that it didn’t. The worse part was that the spirits suffering would be eternal, never ending and that sent me over the edge and made me do what I did.
That soul was in a secluded part of the underworld where few went. I guess that was lucky or unlucky for me, it depends on how you look at it. The spirit was of a woman with long hair. Her complexion seemed like it was translucent but solid almost like a ghost. Her face was twisted in pure unrelenting pain, her eyes filled with tears they could no longer cry. Her screams filled the sky and blocked out every other sense, deafening.
I could no longer bear this woman’s pain, unthinking I reached out knowing that once we made contact my life would end and hers would go on. I knew this and still I reached, but at least when I died I wouldn’t be in limbo, in agony like her.
In that instant that my skin touched hers there was a moment of peace. For her, for me. She realized what was happening and looked in too my fading eyes and said in voice overflowing with relief
“Thank you.”
A ray of light interrupted this places dark shadow and sent her where she never should have left.
There was no light for me. Just blackness. A sleep where no dreams went, where no one could wake me (or so I thought at the time)
When I awoke I faced my father’s fury. He knew now that although I came from his evil seed I was divine instead of what I should have been: demotic. And when this realization came he told me that for my destructive deed that I was banished.
“Dad! I’am your daughter you cant do this!” Was my pitiful protest.
A cold harsh look came into his eyes, one I thought could kill
“ I have no daughter.” And with that I was sent to earth in dark cloud of hate, with nothing but my powers, the clothes on my back, straight to a tree with a sign that said
“Camp Half Blood”
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