Untitled (2017-09-26)

Give them enough rope to hang themselves.

A cunning, cruel, almost hungry statement. Vindictive. Waiting patiently for the inevitable, bloody comeuppance. A predator in the grass, calmly running down their prey to exhaustion.

Prometheus was punished by the gods for giving humanity fire–light, warmth, intelligence. In the myth he is a hero unjustly punished for his generosity. But what if that’s not the case?

Give them fire, watch them burn.

In a different story, there was another who gave humanity intelligence–or, at least, gave them the idea to seize it for themselves.

A predator in the grass.

A new dawn for humanity.

Light bringer playing the long game.

“Go home!” he shouts, straining and desperate, eyes wide and burning, “Just go home, okay? It’ll all be okay, just go home!”

You stumble backwards, obeying subconsciously but unable to break his gaze. This may be the last time you see him which, if you listen to him and he’s telling the truth, may very well mean that this image is the last memory of him you’ll keep.

You’re not sure if future-you will want to remember him like this, trapped and fighting–losing–and sacrificing himself for your foolish, useless self, but it’d be disrespectful not to take it in while you can.

Forgetting would be worse.

You take another faltering few steps backwards, his shouts have turned into pained screams, his wide eyes no longer seeing you. Only then do you turn and run for your life.

Fake Fic Summaries, 20/? the Hercules!AU edition (2017-01-27)

A/N: So I only saw the artwork for @lumorie’s Hercules!AU and it wasn’t until after I brain-barfed this out did I realize that there was an entire filled out universe so… uh… I guess this is more accurately inspired-by-the-Hercules!AU!AU?

I hope I’m not stepping on anyone’s toes T_T…

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Yuri on Quest

The god of victory has disappeared and for some awful reason, it’s up to Yuri, god of war and youngest of the pantheon, to go find him.

It’d be a lot easier if these humans didn’t keep mistaking him for a damsel in distress.

So, yeah. It’s not really a Hercules!AU so much as it is a more general Greek mythology!AU.

Mostly because, while I love the artwork of Yuri-as-Meg and Otabek-as-Hercules, the whole “Hercules asks Meg if she is a damsel in distress” is kind of counterintuitive to Otabek’s “you have the unforgettable eyes of a soldier.”

So Winner Winnerson, unsurprisingly, as the god of victory who has gone to court Yuuri Katsuki who may or may not be a demigod or an oracle/priest of the goddess of music/one of the Muses (Minako)?

But that’s not Yuri Plisetsky’s story so we don’t care about that (… for now).

Yakov, being head of his pantheon (god of strategy? discipline? justice? I don’t know), sends Yuri (god of war) to find the wayward Viktor and bring him home. Mila (goddess of strength) and Georgi (god of passion? suffering? geez this is hard) also kind of help out/bug Yuri, but since they stay in their deity forms no one else can see them.

Oh, yeah, so for ~some reason~ Yuri has to assume a “human form” to find Viktor. Hence why humans keep thinking he’s a damsel in distress. Because, yes, he is very pretty and tiny but he’s actually an immortal ball of war and fury so…

Otabek, a demigod hero, is the first to see Yuri as not-a-damsel and joins his quest to find Viktor. Because that’s what friends do. And also, getting to hang out with the actual god of war is fun.

Along the way they meet some other characters who are either gods from other pantheons, demigods on their own quests, or mythological creatures who may or may not have seen the god of victory but what kind of quest would it be if the quester was just handed the answer?

Or, perhaps, news has spread that Yuri is on a quest to find the god of victory, but others think that it’s some kind of like… whoever finds him first gets granted a wish kind of thing or whoever can defeat the god of victory in human form gets to be the new god of victory… so now there’s all these people who are trying to find Viktor first and now it’s some kind of race?

I’ll admit, I’m not exactly sure.

Anyway, demigod!Otabek and god-of-war!Yuri on the greek mythological version of a road trip to find Viktor. 🙂

At the end, when they do find Viktor, Yuri’s just like: you have to come back, Yakov said so, and anyway you’re immortal and piggy’s just human it can never be.

Except, you know, after traveling (and falling in love) with Otabek, Yuri now knows that feel and he doesn’t like anything he’s saying either. And it’s just like, fine, whatever, what’s one human lifetime to a god I’ll just hang out with you until you die and when you die I’ll turn your spirit into a constellation and bring you up to Olympus where we can be together for eternity or whatever.

Yakov allows it because while he is head of his pantheon, his pantheon are a bunch of unruly overpowered brats and keeping them happy is as much to reduce his stress levels as it is because he’s fond of them (and he’s a sap for a good love story).

(Lilia may or may not be the Head of the Muses and both aware and unimpressed-yet-amused by the entire situation. She has very complex emotions)

So in this AU there’s no actual villain, I guess. Or, well, not like how Hades was in Hercules.

Maybe JJ is one of those who think “if I defeat the god of victory while he’s human, then I’ll become the new god of victory” and Yakov’s demand for Viktor to come back is very harsh and imposing in the beginning, but that’s basically the extent of it?

Chris is definitely the Aphrodite equivalent. And Phichit must be Hermes. The Crispino twins are Apollo and Artemis… etc. etc. I have the most adamant belief that Leo and Guang Hong have an Achilles and Patroclus thing going on, minus the dying part because I’m so soft. Though they’ll only be minor characters considering this is Yuri P’s story.

Ask Box Three Sentence Fic, 6/? (2016-10-29)

(1 – anonymous – Shikako/Haku, Project Runway!AU)

“I could dress him in garbage,” Shikako groans from where she’s mashed her face onto the table, “and the judges wouldn’t even notice because he’s so damn beautiful.”

Kiba stares at her, unaware or uncaring of the bright fuchsia sparkles smeared across his face, “You have, actually, dressed him in trash; you won that week’s challenge.”

Shikako sighs wistfully, remembering the distressed vintage-inspired wedding gown she made out of discarded coffee cups: gods, Haku had looked so good in it, and he was so kind about her last minute meltdown when the zipper broke and she had to practically hot glue him into the gown–he’s so out of her league.

(2 – anonymous – Shikako/Deidara, fanboy-ing over Touch Blast)

Sasori glances at his partner: the irritation is normal, the embarrassment is familiar, but the bewilderment? That’s new.

“She touched my face,” Deidara sighs almost dreamily; the seal sequence is inert–Deidara is an S-rank demolitions expert, if he doesn’t want something to explode it won’t–but he’s kept the pattern on his face as if it were an autograph.

(3 – anonymous – Shikako/Gaara, youkai!AU… Inuyasha!AU?)

“Gaara,” she says as calmly as possible, though she can hear the wavering in her voice, “You need to give me the Gelel shard, please, I haven’t purified it yet.”

His green eyes, normally so kind, are clouded over, the markings on his face more vibrant and lethal.

The moon is full tonight.

(4 – anonymous – Shikako/Sasuke, Hades and Persephone!AU)

“He just needs a place to lay low for a bit,” says Naruto, god of tricksters, wind, and the only deity who regularly visits her home.

The Underworld isn’t exactly a welcoming place, but it is the last place people would think to look for the god of summer’s little brother, and she could do with some company.

If Shikako had known it would lead to a six month long literal cold war and a semipermanent roommate she wouldn’t have–well, no, she’s fond of Sasuke, the half year long siege was worth it.

(5 – anonymous – Walking Around ‘verse Team Seven, What Would Sakako Do?)

When Shikako was younger and needed guidance–needed to be wilder or braver or kinder–she would ask herself: What Would Naruto Do?

Over twenty years later, she’d be pleased to know, his son does the same with her daughter.

What Would Sakako Do?

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A/N: Should I post these on ao3? And if so, as a separate work or as chapter(s) on Dreaming One Shots…

Goddesses of Olympus – Shoes of Prey (2016-06-17)

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A/N: I was considering having today’s post be a missed post, given that my writing today was more… commercial?… in nature. And, also, describing shoes. But I did honestly have fun doing it so…

For context: Shoes of Prey is having a contest where you design shoes and the winner gets 52 pairs of shoes. They have twelve default outfits (but you can also upload your own) and I kind of just went–wait, there are twelve Olympians. But, wait, some of them are male. And then I was like… but what if all of them were female.

So I… rearranged?… the gods about, replaced them with goddesses with similar role and ended up with twelve Olympian goddesses.

Under the cut is the swapping/descriptions I used of the goddesses (but not the descriptions of the shoes because… I’m not sure if posting it here would disqualify there):

(Um, also a little bit related, I came up with a kind of interesting idea for a Persephone/Hades influenced DoS fic so… maybe I’ll get to that tomorrow?)

Keep reading

Okay, so given that I didn’t win the contest, I am no longer worried about disqualifying myself so here were my entries for my “Goddesses of Olympus” series:

Zeus –> Hera
Part One of The Goddesses of Olympus Series: Hera, Queen of the Gods. Goddess of women, marriage, and family she is frequently symbolized with a crown and peacock.

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Poseidon –> Amphritite
Part Two of The Goddesses of Olympus Series: Amphitrite, Queen of the Oceans. She is often considered the personification of the sea itself, and creator of such marine mammals like seals and dolphins.

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Demeter
Part Three of The Goddesses of Olympus Series: Demeter, Mother of Earth. Goddess of the harvest, agriculture, and civilization.

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Athena
Part Four of The Goddesses of Olympus Series: Athena, Protector of the City. Goddess of wisdom, justice, war strategy, and the arts–the patroness of inspiration and logic.

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Apollo –> Eos
Part Five of The Goddesses of Olympus Series: Eos, Bringer of Dawn. Goddess of the morning and rising sun, it is said she opens the gates of the sky to usher in each new day.

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Artemis
Part Six of The Goddesses of Olympus Series: Artemis, Huntress of the Wild. Goddess of the hunt, archery, forests, and the moon; protector of young girls.

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Ares –> Enyo
Part Seven of The Goddesses of Olympus Series: Enyo, Terror of the Battlefield. This goddess of war enjoys flying into battle and striking fear into her enemies’ hearts. She thrives in times of strife.

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Aphrodite
Part Eight of The Goddesses of Olympus Series: Aphrodite, The Fairest. Goddess of love, beauty, and sexuality; she appeared from the sea foam, fully formed and resplendent.

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Hephaestus –> Hestia
Part Nine of The Goddesses of Olympus Series: Hestia, Keeper of the Flames. Goddess of the hearth, domesticity, architecture, and community. She is the oldest of the gods, the first to receive sacrifice; her fire is the eternal flames that begin every Olympic Games.

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Hermes –> Iris
Part Ten of The Goddesses of Olympus Series: Iris, Messenger of the Gods. Personification of the rainbow, she connects the gods to humanity, and travels across sky, sea, land, and beyond–the wind beneath her wings and feet alike.

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Dionysus –> Hebe
Part Eleven of The Goddesses of Olympus Series: Hebe, Cupbearer of the Gods. Goddess of eternal youth, provider of ambrosia and nectar, daughter of Hera and Zeus. Her symbols are the wine cup, vine, eagle, and wings.

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Hades –> Persephone
Part Twelve of The Goddesses of Olympus Series: Persephone, Queen of the Underworld. Goddess of vegetation, spring, and rebirth, daughter of Demeter. While her origins are sweet, she is darker than appears: as wife of Hades, she is in charge of punishing the souls of evildoers.

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I mean, don’t get me wrong, I know some of them are pretty tacky and also don’t really match their outfit, but the outfits were more of a suggestion to me? Really I just wanted to be like–THAT IS DEFINITELY THIS GODDESS’ SHOE.

(I’ll probably post the other sets later today? I dunno, I can’t sleep…)

Winter in the Fields, a DoSxGreek Mythology fusion fic (2016-06-19)

Over time, the story will change.

It will grow and shrink in turn–certain parts exaggerated, others removed completely. Some events, entirely unrelated, will somehow end up integral to the story.

That is the nature of rumors turning into legends. History turning into myth. Politics misconstrued as romance, an alliance interpreted as marriage. Mercenaries turned into heroes, and heroes turned into gods.

But at the heart of every story is a truth, and in this case the truth is this:

The Corpse Princess was kidnapped by the King of Flowers, and she escapes because of a fruit.

Shikako wakes up.

Which, shouldn’t be all that surprising. But given the last thing she remembers is being kidnapped with chloroform and trying to escape it by using a Touch Blast? Well.

There are many ways that could have ended. Or, rather, one other way in particular.

Take, for example, the Touch Blast eating up the very last bit of her chakra. Ending in her death.

Or, even if she still had enough chakra after that, she just planted a bomb next to her face. Ending in her death.

And kidnapping doesn’t exclude murder–the former is known to lead to the latter. Ending in her death.

So, yes, when Shikako wakes up, it would be accurate to say that no one is more surprised than her.

Here is the thing about the Kusagakure: they do not have any S-rank shinobi.

This is partially out of nature–smaller villages don’t often produce S-rank shinobi, due to a lack of resources, mostly, but also lack of need–and partially by design.

Because those with potential to become S-rank shinobi are sacrificed to the Box of Ultimate Bliss.

The Elemental Nations are in a constant state of war–whether cold war or actual–that is simply how this world works.

It’s something Shikako has become accustomed to, over the years. More than, actually, given who her father is and who her brother will be. Who her teammates might have been and might very well still become.

She does not have the luxury of ignoring potential acts of war.

She just never thought that she’d be one of them.

“Once you tell me how you defeated it, you can go home,” says the man known to Shikako only as King of Flowers. He is the only one that speaks to her, the guards that bring her meals as lifeless as shades.

It would be smart of him, to keep such a secret technique to himself, since it would undermine his power if there actually was a technique to keep secret. As it is…

“I didn’t,” Shikako says, for what must be the hundredth time, tired and always so hungry. She doesn’t have access to a window–no, it’d be far too easy to escape if she did–and so she doesn’t know how many days have passed.

She is underground–no sunlight, no chakra, no hope.

The King of Flowers leaves her, and with him goes her only source of conversation.

Just as well, his small talk sucks.

In one timeline, Muku of the Kantokusha Clan was one such youth with great potential sacrificed to the Box of Ultimate Bliss.

(Of course, that is not how any parent would phrase it–for, indeed, he was meant to open the box not be consumed by it–but that is what would have happened all the same.)

Instead, his father hesitated. Just enough to think things through. Oh, he still believed his son would be the one to open the Box of Ultimate Bliss–would return Kusagakure to its former glory–but not yet. For if a child could be worthy, then wouldn’t a teenager be more so?

No, Mui would wait until his son was older to open the box.

Too bad Muku had other plans.

“Perhaps I could try, Father,” Muku says, as deferential as possible.

Maybe it is because his father has been so frustrated at his own lack of progress in interrogating the Nara girl. So annoyed at having to answer to the other members of the Grass Flowers faction.

So afraid of the growing tensions amongst the big five villages.

Foisting blame onto Cloud may have postponed Leaf’s well-deserved fury, but the ruse would only last for so long and Land of Grass is still a small buffer country. Even if Leaf continues to think their missing genin lost because of Cloud, there may be war soon, and Kusagakure will suffer when Rock comes to their allies’ aid.

His father’s decision to maintain their clan’s supremacy may very well plunge the entire Elemental Nations into war.

It is not a light burden to carry, and he is distracted.

“Yes, my son,” his father agrees, eyes tired and unheeding, “You are the only one I can trust with this.”

The factions of Kusagakure have detailed histories and many, varied motives. That would be another tale in and of itself, but for the sake of this story the difference is this:

Grass Flower wanted to open the Box of Ultimate Bliss.

Grass Fruit did not.

So one could see how, as the boy supposedly slated to open the box, Muku of the Kantokusha clan would be assumed to be part of Grass Flower.

The Nara girl looks sick when Muku sees her. Also, quietly pissed off, but that one’s understandable.

Outside her cell, Muku stands and waits in silence–he has a lot of experience with that, especially recently.

“The king couldn’t get the answer he wanted, so he sends the Prince of Flowers instead?” the girl asks, voice barely louder than a whisper, but audible enough.

Muku knows from the guards that the Nara girl calls his father King of Flowers–which isn’t too far off, given his influence within the faction. He also knows that she hasn’t been eating much: worried about drugs in the food, no doubt. And rightly so.

He shrugs, in response “I send myself. And I know you have been telling the truth. I was there, I know you didn’t escape my jutsu. You fought without chakra, and won without chakra.”

She laughs, a meager exhalation of air that could just easily be a scoff.

Through the small grate allotted for food trays, he rolls her an apple–harder to tamper with in secret. Hopefully she’ll eat it. More importantly, maybe she’ll understand what it means.

“Gather your strength, Shikabane-hime,” he says, a pointed reference to her own royal moniker, “You may very well have to escape without chakra, too.”

It’s not too long after, that events start to get a little mixed up.

Konoha’s Team Seven, heedless of the Hokage’s half-hearted protests, blazes into Land of Grass to rescue their own. Lightning crackles ominously, fire spreads across the fields, the wind claws great gouges into the earth, and trees sprout angrily where none have been before–sky and land, nature itself balking at the Corpse Princess’ kidnapping and imprisonment.

The Grass Fruit faction, growing braver as their their fear of another world war comes closer to reality, decide to raid the Blood Prison–though no such siege has ever been successful before–in an attempt to end Grass Flower’s dominance.

Within the walls of the prison, a riot breaks out: prisoners steadily adapting to their lack of chakra, yet retaining their deadly educations. And grudges.

All guards and Grass Flower shinobi available are called to handle the escalating situations.

They will never have a better chance than this.

Muku remembers how fragile the Nara girl’s bones had been. How easily he snapped her arm, how gentle he had to be for the rest of the fight.

He had not wanted her dead then, even as she strangled him with her hair, and he does not want her dead now.

He protects her as they escape. Stealth is their best tool in this–he knows the walls well and can avoid the majority of the rioting. The few enemies they encounter are easily taken care of, for it seems Shikabane-hime remains singular in her ability to defeat shinobi even without chakra.

He is not expecting a wall to explode.

For a brief moment, Shikako loses consciousness. Her ears ring from the blast as well as her head bouncing against the ground.

The Prince of Flowers meant well in throwing himself on top of her, but he is still heavier than she can handle right now.

There is dust in the air and luminescent spots in her eyes, but she can still sense well enough.

“Sensei,” she calls out weakly, so relieved.

But then Muku’s body is pulled off hers roughly, killing intent spilling into the air, the crackling of a familiar jutsu across her senses.

“Sensei!” she calls out again, this time panicked, “Wait, don’t!” Except for Naruto, the chidori cannot be undone. “He helped me!” She says, half stumbling half crawling to where Kakashi’s chakra stands.

Two pairs of hands–both so familiar–help support her when she tries to rise. Team Seven reunited.

“He helped me escape,” she gasps, when her eyes finally take in the scene, Kakashi holding Muku up by his shirt, the lightning crackling in his hand barely constrained. “Killing him won’t help me,” she says.

Later, she won’t be able to remember if she had meant to be so pointed. Bitter from imprisonment, exhausted and dazed.

“Who, then?” Kakashi asks, a barely leashed attack dog just needing a target.

“Mui of the Kantokusha clan…”

An alternative provided, Kakashi drops Muku, who collapses awkwardly to the ground, before continuing, “… my father,” he chokes out, preemptive grief and shortness of breath, both.

Sharingan no Kakashi goes to dispense his wrath, leaving his students to watch Muku mourn his father’s death.

History will say that it was premeditated: Muku having his father killed by foreign ninja in order to become head of the Kantokusha clan and switch its allegiance to Grass Fruit.

Legend will say that he betrayed his father after falling in love with the Corpse Princess, turning to his family’s enemies for aid; the two lovers eloping in a land far away.

Occasionally, Muku will even be written out completely–father and son conflated into one person; the King of Flowers so enchanted by the girl that he kidnaps her for himself.

Sometimes, the Box of Ultimate Bliss will receive a much larger role in the tale than it deserves. And often, Team Seven’s temporary fourth member, known only as Tenzo, will be interpreted as a woman.

That is the nature of stories, changing over time. But it is not so far from truth:

A lightning wielding father avenging his daughter. Her brothers of wind and fire scorching the lands that imprison her.

The Corpse Princess escaping from the King of Flowers because of a Fruit.

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A/N: Aaaaaaah, okay. So, I was trying to go for a reverse Persephone – Hades thing. Unsure how well that came across, but hopefully it was an enjoyable read anyway.

Goddesses of Olympus – Shoes of Prey (2016-06-17)

A/N: I was considering having today’s post be a missed post, given that my writing today was more… commercial?… in nature. And, also, describing shoes. But I did honestly have fun doing it so…

For context: Shoes of Prey is having a contest where you design shoes and the winner gets 52 pairs of shoes. They have twelve default outfits (but you can also upload your own) and I kind of just went–wait, there are twelve Olympians. But, wait, some of them are male. And then I was like… but what if all of them were female.

So I… rearranged?… the gods about, replaced them with goddesses with similar role and ended up with twelve Olympian goddesses.

Under the cut is the swapping/descriptions I used of the goddesses (but not the descriptions of the shoes because… I’m not sure if posting it here would disqualify there):

(Um, also a little bit related, I came up with a kind of interesting idea for a Persephone/Hades influenced DoS fic so… maybe I’ll get to that tomorrow?)

Zeus –> Hera
Part One of The Goddesses of Olympus Series: Hera, Queen of the Gods. Goddess of women, marriage, and family she is frequently symbolized with a crown and peacock.

Poseidon –> Amphritite
Part Two of The Goddesses of Olympus Series: Amphitrite, Queen of the Oceans. She is often considered the personification of the sea itself, and creator of such marine mammals like seals and dolphins.

Demeter
Part Three of The Goddesses of Olympus Series: Demeter, Mother of Earth. Goddess of the harvest, agriculture, and civilization.

Athena
Part Four of The Goddesses of Olympus Series: Athena, Protector of the City. Goddess of wisdom, justice, war strategy, and the arts–the patroness of inspiration and logic.

Apollo –> Eos
Part Five of The Goddesses of Olympus Series: Eos, Bringer of Dawn. Goddess of the morning and rising sun, it is said she opens the gates of the sky to usher in each new day.

Artemis
Part Six of The Goddesses of Olympus Series: Artemis, Huntress of the Wild. Goddess of the hunt, archery, forests, and the moon; protector of young girls.

Ares –> Enyo
Part Seven of The Goddesses of Olympus Series: Enyo, Terror of the Battlefield. This goddess of war enjoys flying into battle and striking fear into her enemies’ hearts. She thrives in times of strife.

Aphrodite
Part Eight of The Goddesses of Olympus Series: Aphrodite, The Fairest. Goddess of love, beauty, and sexuality; she appeared from the sea foam, fully formed and resplendent.

Hephaestus –> Hestia
Part Nine of The Goddesses of Olympus Series: Hestia, Keeper of the Flames. Goddess of the hearth, domesticity, architecture, and community. She is the oldest of the gods, the first to receive sacrifice; her fire is the eternal flames that begin every Olympic Games.

Hermes –> Iris
Part Ten of The Goddesses of Olympus Series: Iris, Messenger of the Gods. Personification of the rainbow, she connects the gods to humanity, and travels across sky, sea, land, and beyond–the wind beneath her wings and feet alike.

Dionysus –> Hebe
Part Eleven of The Goddesses of Olympus Series: Hebe, Cupbearer of the Gods. Goddess of eternal youth, provider of ambrosia and nectar, daughter of Hera and Zeus. Her symbols are the wine cup, vine, eagle, and wings.

Hades –> Persephone
Part Twelve of The Goddesses of Olympus Series: Persephone, Queen of the Underworld. Goddess of vegetation, spring, and rebirth, daughter of Demeter. While her origins are sweet, she is darker than appears: as wife of Hades, she is in charge of punishing the souls of evildoers.