Sun Mote Copse Demeter's sorrow

"You think that the story was not entirely fair too?" Wraen half-asked/half-stated the obvious, her tone in agreement with, how Eljay felt about the whole ordeal. She loved her ancestor stories for their logic, their complexity and creativity and the divine explanation for everything in this world, but she had hard time digesting their utter disregard for women's rights (very funny, like those existed 2000 years ago) and the utter focus on physical beauty alone.

"I do, because it does not sit well with me, if someone is forced to do something. The other thing being that I am a hopeless romantic in my heart and therefore I came up with my take of this tale," she said with a cheerful smile. She truly had thought a lot about it and come up with her version that fulfilled both her romantic views on true love and sacrifices and made the story somewhat less cruel to Persephone. 

"When the new gods - the Olympians - took the power from the Titans or the Old ones, they divided the realms they were going to rule. Hades was the only one, who willingly took the realm no one wanted to take - the Underworld. With all the monsters that were hiding in Tartarus, the Elysian fields, the rivers that lead there, the barren lands, where nothing grows, a grayscale desert. He became the king there and his main task was to determine the fates of souls that came before him. I always thought that with him having come from Earth and Sky, he probably was not as impassive and cold as he became, when he faced the crimes only people can do, saw their sins on daily basis," she told, her eyes wearing a far-off expression. Her body was here, but her mind was there, in the kingdom of Underground.

"I like to think that once Hades saw the beauty of Earth, but had forgotten and grown immune to it's charms, because he saw no value in the inhabitants, whatsoever," she went on. "Though his power was equal to Zeus, who ruled in the Heaven, and Poseidon, who ruled over seas and Oceans, he was hardly ever invited to join his brothers and sisters at the Olympus. Probably, because his mantle and armour were wrought of darkness, sadness and icy coldness, maybe because he himself had long forgotten, how to smile, and therefore he had no place in the cheerful celebrations they undertook there in the Heaven."

"Pretty grim type, huh?" she decided to give Eljay a bit of break to digest everything she was going to tell him. There was so much more. "Mom told me that my ancestors avoided talking about Hades, because there is no dignity in dying and they fear that he might reap them early, if he heard his name spoken," she herself disagreed, finding this god the most compelling of them all.