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Hey folkk
Im travelling with my boyfriend, so I won't write the next chapter of The Ballad Of Moths until im back home
Sooo, if you want to share your thoughts about the story, theories and anything, just drop in my asks!!!
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The way that I left out my thought about her saying “I woke up on my own”— Thanatos is Hypnos’ brother, which could be related to her sleep habits (??), so that’s what I jumped to based on that line. I am nothing if not grasper of straws.
Ohhh gotcha!!! Thats a cool way of thinking about this quote, thats the fun on making theories!!!
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just to let you know.... When Hades mentioned a prophecy by "the cursed blade one"..... He could not be talking about the great prophecy itself.... But another one about a cursed blade..... Just saying.....
The Ballad of Moths | LUKE CASTELLAN
Summary: A god decides to visit Hades' palace.
Word count: 2.7K
Warnings: Mentions of violence and death, mention of harm to children, existencial themes and emotional struggles.
chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four | series masterlist
chapter 04: 'Til The Road Begins…
A solitary, timid moth fluttered through the obscure recesses and shadowy corners of the realm beneath the living world. Its intricately detailed wings, painted in dark hues of black and brown, flapped tirelessly until the delicate creature gracefully alighted on the shoulder of a looming, broad figure.
The imposing man cast a benevolent smile toward the moth, “You've done splendidly, love. You may join the others.”
Yet, the moth remained unconvinced, steadfastly maintaining its chosen perch.
Unperturbed as well, the man reassured, “I shall return to you shortly, I promise. I have matters to discuss with a... Friend.”
If the moth thought about arguing, it gave up soon. The little creature knew well enough not to argue with a god. Familiar with the god, she also understood that the man had a good reason to wish to talk with the King of the Underworld himself, alone.
So, the moth flew away, following the way where others like her would go and rest.
The god observed her departure, a heavy weight upon his heart. Despite this, he swiftly composed himself, resuming his journey into Hades’ palace.
Much of what lay within failed to awe the god; it wasn't his inaugural visit. The intricacies of the doors, portraits, columns, and rooms were familiar details he had encountered more than once.
So, once he found himself in the throne room. The man was unfazed by the black bricks and the bronze decorations, the throne made of bones didn’t take a step back and the other one made of flowers didn’t surprise him either.
It was just another day where he found himself about to have a conversation with the god of death and riches.
“It has been a long time since you gave me the grace of your presence,” Hades’ voice echoed through the room.
The death god wasn’t in his throne; instead, he was wandering around the room, right behind the space where the thrones rested, as if he had been waiting far too long for the other’s arrival.
“It’s a surprise to see you away from your duty,” the King continued, a mischievous smile on his lips. “What has happened?”
The other man crossed his arms behind his back, closing his way to Hades, “I’ve come with a concern, I was hoping you could advise me on this.”
Hades circled back, his eyes narrowing slightly in curiosity. "A concern? You, my elusive friend, rarely bring forth concerns without significance. What is troubling you that warrants your visit?"
The man hesitated for a moment, the weight of the issue evident in his expression. "It involves my daughter, Eurydice.”
Hades paused, absorbing the weight of his friend’s words. The air in the room seemed to grow denser as unspoken implications lingered like a lingering mist.
“I thought she had died,” the god said, even though it wasn’t true. He was well aware the girl was alive; he would know if she had died.
The truth was that he had assumed, from the way her father never talked about her, that he had taken care of her passing.
Now, he was aware that wasn’t the case.
“I always have been intrigued about the choice of that mortal to give this specific name to your daughter,” Hades complained instead, narrowing his eyes to some of the flowers that covered his wife’s throne.
The other god sighed, that wasn’t the first time they had that talk, “She didn’t mean no harm.”
Looking back, he could remember one of the few times he visited Johanna Gaumont and their daughter. The girl was close to her 3rd birthday, already daring to take some steps by herself and pronouncing words like ‘mama’ or ‘birdie’.
Johanna had let him know how Eurydice was fond of birds lately. But that was just a phase, she told him that before, their daughter talked about leaves, fishes, and that just goes on and on and on…
In that very same time that he went to see them, she explained the reason for giving their daughter that name. The god could remember the sound of the woman’s laugh when he asked about it, his lips twisting in confusion.
“I want her to understand the circle of things, how all has its ending,” Johanna beamed down to their daughter, playing with her as she held a robin made of wood, “Eurydice once was a nymph, right? Nature understands how everything lives and then goes, and when Orpheus looked back… I believe she didn’t look at him with sadness in her eyes, but acceptance.”
His chest held a heavy weight at her words, a struggling sigh escaped from his lips, “That’s… A beautiful way of viewing their story.”
“Isn’t it?” Johanna giggled, “I want Eury to understand that same thing, to accept that one day, her friends will go away and the way fate works.”
He looked back at her, watching not sadness, but gratification fill her beautiful blue eyes.
“You know,” she continued, taking his silence as a reason to continue, “One day I’ll go away as well, and I don’t want her to hold on grief, all the sadness that there is when we talk about the end.”
Hades' adamantium eyes brought the god back to their conversation. The pounding in his heart weakened by the mere memory.
“Right, right,” the King nodded, a bitter smile in his lips. He still wasn’t convinced that the mortal didn’t name her daughter that name in spite of who they were- him and the father of her daughter, “What about you daughter? She has already reached her teenage years, right?”
The god sighed, the weight of his concerns evident in his eyes. "Yes, she has. And it's precisely that which troubles me. She's already veering toward the path of that prophecy... I don’t want her ensnared in our potential downfall."
The King of the Underworld paced a few steps, his gaze fixed on the intricate patterns of the throne room floor. An intriguing expression played across his face as he mumbled, "Well-chosen words, my friend." He concealed his uncertainty about how to proceed, then asked, "You're referring to the cursed blade, aren't you?"
The other man nodded, feeling a momentary absence without the comforting presence of his moths by his side. To tell the truth, of a single and specific one, “She’s walking right into the great prophecy itself, despite all my attempts to keep her far from it.”
Slowly, the god sensed the King and his friend’s steps drawing closer. The next thing he felt was a hand on his shoulder. And, in an unexpected turn from the god of death, the last thing he anticipated was a smile.
A sad smile, almost sympathetic.
“I know all too well about prophecies shaping our children’s future, friend,” Hades averted his eyes, but the other god could sense where his gaze lingered. At a hotel, a long time ago—he had seen him soon after what had happened to his own family, “Alecto told me something one day, about how we can’t interfere in the laws of death. And she wasn’t wrong. If your daughter is destined to die in that prophecy, there’s nothing you can do.”
The god didn’t seem to be happy about his friend’s answer, even if he knew that he spoke the truth.
“But,” the palace’s visitor mumbled, unsure about his own thoughts and feelings, “It doesn’t make us hypocrites to love our children but not be able to protect them from their future?”
If any other gods had posed the same question to Hades, he would have immediately expelled them not only from his palace but also from his realm. However, this was his long-time friend, a god he had known since his first days as the caretaker of the world of the dead.
They had weathered many stories together, never stepping away when things got ugly. Regardless of their beliefs, agreements, or disagreements, they always had each other's backs. No matter how much time had passed since their last conversation.
Hades would always understand his friend’s frustration, not taking his words in a negative way, because he knew exactly how that feeling was.
Disappointment. Not only with himself but with their world, their rules, the prophecies, and the many oracles that had once proclaimed them before.
“Honestly,” Hades sighed, sitting at the steps of his throne, inviting his friend to sit beside him, “Until today, I don’t have an answer to that question.”
His friend accepted the invitation, taking a seat beside him. Reflecting on the events of the past, he cast a glance at the King, “How have they been doing?”
“They’re good,” the King answered, his tone expressing how tired he truly was. Perhaps, tired just from thinking about his kids, “Alecto and the others were keeping their eyes on them until a month or two ago; now, I’ve instructed them to monitor Zeus’ daughter… I won’t let what happened to my children go unnoticed.”
It took a few seconds for the other god to grasp the full implication, “You ordered them to take her life?”
“Before you judge,” Hades turned to his friend, a fierce determination evident in his dark, coal-like eyes, “I know how it sounds. But my brother needs to understand the consequences of his choices. He has to comprehend how they affected me and continue to affect me.”
The other god lapsed into silence for a while, finding himself without much to say. The memory of that fateful day still lingered in his thoughts—the consuming rage of Hades and the tears that had flowed until the River Styx nearly flooded the entire Underworld. The past was a tangled mess, a time when they were old yet too young, too reckless.
Mistakes had been made, but the notion of plotting harm against a brother's family was beyond his comprehension. He couldn't fathom committing such an act against his own brother, regardless of right or wrong. He would never intentionally cause pain to what his brother held dear.
However, matters concerning the Big Three and the Olympians were far more complicated than the dynamics of his own branch of the family.
It was his friend's fury, his pursuit of what he deemed justice. If it was the will of fate for such events to unfold, there was little the god could do or say.
He, more than anyone, grasped the relentless cycle of life. People live, and inevitably, they meet their end—doomed to confront their fate, sooner or later. How that end manifested was not within his control.
Accepting this truth stung, but reality is what it is. And sometimes, what brings a pounding pain, even for a god.
"May I ask you for a favor?" he ventured to inquire, finally.
Hades scrutinized him with narrowed eyes, a darkness confined in his icy gaze. "Does that mean you'll be in debt to me?" he questioned.
His friend almost reconsidered but nodded, saying, "If you wish."
"Proceed then," the King urged, a hint of amusement in his tone, "you're quite full of surprises today."
"Eurydice..." The man hesitated, choosing his words carefully, "She crossed paths with Thalia, Zeus' daughter."
Hades burst into laughter.
He simply laughed—a cruel, echoing laughter that filled the entire room.
There was bitterness in it, for he knew the implications that would follow this request.
"Let me guess, you want Alecto to go easy on your daughter if she happens to be between my Furies and Zeus’ daughter," he deduced, it wasn’t a question. The King knew the meaning behind his friend’s words.
The visitor nodded solemnly, acknowledging the accuracy of Hades' deduction. The air in the room grew heavier as the implications of the favor settled between them.
Hades, still chuckling, leaned back against the steps of his throne, the dark, ethereal aura surrounding him accentuating the intensity of the moment. The god of death fixed his piercing gaze on his friend, a mix of curiosity and amusement playing in his eyes.
"You claim that Johanna Gaumont meant nothing by naming your daughter that name," Hades mused, "but the more I hear you talk about the girl, the more it feels like a subtle jab directed at me."
His friend shook his head, holding back a chuckle, “That’s not… I really doubted that she really meant anything like that. I just want to shield Eurydice from a death that it’s not destined to her.”
“Yet,” Hades completed, raising a brow at the god beside him.
Reluctant, the man saw himself nodding to that.
Hades regarded his friend with a thoughtful expression, the laughter fading from his eyes. There was a shared understanding between them, a recognition of the burdens carried by gods who had witnessed the ebb and flow of mortal lives, prophecies, and the tangled web of divine machinations.
“If your daughter tries to stop them from killing the girl…” Hades spoke, the gravity of his words settling into the shadows that surrounded them.
“All I ask is that they don't hurt her,” the god mumbled, hesitation causing his hands to tremble, “As a father, I cannot simply stand by and watch my daughter succumb to a fate not of her choosing.”
Hades nodded in silent agreement, the weight of paternal love a bond that transcended even the divine laws that governed their existence sometimes.
"I’m granting you this favor," Hades finally said, to his friend's relief, "I’ll ask them to not hurt her once I hear from them.”
The two gods sat in contemplative silence, the echoes of laughter replaced by the grim reality of their shared concerns. In the tapestry of divine existence, their roles as distant and observant parents, never able to truly intervene for the best of their children. Always having to work around, make subtle decisions that wouldn't interfere with the order of things.
Was this what it meant to be a good father? Would this be the answer to the hypocrisy of being a god and the father of a demigod?
They would never know; it always felt like they were taking two steps forward and three steps back.
“Thank you, Hades,” the god, usually followed by his moths, said, a weak smile on his face, “I mean it.”
Both of them had duties to fulfill.
“Consider it a small favor between old friends, one I may ask for in return later," Hades responded, his tone carrying a rare warmth. “Just remember, my friend, we may not have all the answers, but we must navigate the complexities of our roles as gods and fathers as best as we can.”
As the two gods rose from their seats, the shadows in the throne room seemed to sway, sensing their power shifting in the air. Fate continued to weave its threads as both of them walked to the entrance of the palace, the King keeping his friend company before parting ways.
Once they reached the doors and they were opened, a solitary moth flapped its wings as it swung its way to a single god’s shoulder. The two gods turned their faces to the being, totally unfazed by its presence among them.
“Why am I not surprised?” Hades asked to himself, lifting a brow as he viewed the moth with dark wings and brownish details.
“I could ask the same question,” his friend stated, looking down at the moth upon his shoulder.
"May your journey back to your duty be uneventful," finally, the King said, a smile persistently in his face.
With a nod of gratitude, the god made his way out of the palace, the moth accompanying him like a faithful companion. The Underworld echoed with a solemn air as he traversed the familiar paths, contemplating the weight of his conversation with Hades.
However, his thoughts were interrupted by the soft fluttering of wings, and he glanced at the moth perched on his shoulder. Its delicate movements seemed almost comforting, a silent presence in the face of uncertainty.
Hades was right, if Eurydice was truly destined to fulfill her prophecies, there was nothing he could do to stop it. All he could do was hope, even if it sounded ridiculous to a god to hope.
But, he hoped. The god hoped that his daughter was strong enough to endure more loss.
Because, by the path she was walking into, she was destined to lose more than she already had.
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No kidding, it was 2AM where I live when I woke up and answered this ask-- if it was any other day, I could have accidently spoiled something but for some reason today I woke with more than two braincells lol
Running theory: Eurydice’s dad = Thanatos? God of death and a species of moth; Plus, she said “I woke up on my own” in most recent chap. 👀👀👀
Hmmm I can't even confirm it or deny it!!! But it's a pretty good guess, I really would like to hear about your other points and even more theories if you have some in store
If anyone else have theories, u can share with me through my asks!!! I'd love to read about all your theories!!!
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Running theory: Eurydice’s dad = Thanatos? God of death and a species of moth; Plus, she said “I woke up on my own” in most recent chap. 👀👀👀
Hmmm I can't even confirm it or deny it!!! But it's a pretty good guess, I really would like to hear about your other points and even more theories if you have some in store
If anyone else have theories, u can share with me through my asks!!! I'd love to read about all your theories!!!
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The Ballad of Moths | LUKE CASTELLAN
Summary: A god decides to visit Hades' palace.
Word count: 2.7K
Warnings: Mentions of violence and death, mention of harm to children, existencial themes and emotional struggles.
chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four | series masterlist
chapter 04: 'Til The Road Begins…
A solitary, timid moth fluttered through the obscure recesses and shadowy corners of the realm beneath the living world. Its intricately detailed wings, painted in dark hues of black and brown, flapped tirelessly until the delicate creature gracefully alighted on the shoulder of a looming, broad figure.
The imposing man cast a benevolent smile toward the moth, “You've done splendidly, love. You may join the others.”
Yet, the moth remained unconvinced, steadfastly maintaining its chosen perch.
Unperturbed as well, the man reassured, “I shall return to you shortly, I promise. I have matters to discuss with a... Friend.”
If the moth thought about arguing, it gave up soon. The little creature knew well enough not to argue with a god. Familiar with the god, she also understood that the man had a good reason to wish to talk with the King of the Underworld himself, alone.
So, the moth flew away, following the way where others like her would go and rest.
The god observed her departure, a heavy weight upon his heart. Despite this, he swiftly composed himself, resuming his journey into Hades’ palace.
Much of what lay within failed to awe the god; it wasn't his inaugural visit. The intricacies of the doors, portraits, columns, and rooms were familiar details he had encountered more than once.
So, once he found himself in the throne room. The man was unfazed by the black bricks and the bronze decorations, the throne made of bones didn’t take a step back and the other one made of flowers didn’t surprise him either.
It was just another day where he found himself about to have a conversation with the god of death and riches.
“It has been a long time since you gave me the grace of your presence,” Hades’ voice echoed through the room.
The death god wasn’t in his throne; instead, he was wandering around the room, right behind the space where the thrones rested, as if he had been waiting far too long for the other’s arrival.
“It’s a surprise to see you away from your duty,” the King continued, a mischievous smile on his lips. “What has happened?”
The other man crossed his arms behind his back, closing his way to Hades, “I’ve come with a concern, I was hoping you could advise me on this.”
Hades circled back, his eyes narrowing slightly in curiosity. "A concern? You, my elusive friend, rarely bring forth concerns without significance. What is troubling you that warrants your visit?"
The man hesitated for a moment, the weight of the issue evident in his expression. "It involves my daughter, Eurydice.”
Hades paused, absorbing the weight of his friend’s words. The air in the room seemed to grow denser as unspoken implications lingered like a lingering mist.
“I thought she had died,” the god said, even though it wasn’t true. He was well aware the girl was alive; he would know if she had died.
The truth was that he had assumed, from the way her father never talked about her, that he had taken care of her passing.
Now, he was aware that wasn’t the case.
“I always have been intrigued about the choice of that mortal to give this specific name to your daughter,” Hades complained instead, narrowing his eyes to some of the flowers that covered his wife’s throne.
The other god sighed, that wasn’t the first time they had that talk, “She didn’t mean no harm.”
Looking back, he could remember one of the few times he visited Johanna Gaumont and their daughter. The girl was close to her 3rd birthday, already daring to take some steps by herself and pronouncing words like ‘mama’ or ‘birdie’.
Johanna had let him know how Eurydice was fond of birds lately. But that was just a phase, she told him that before, their daughter talked about leaves, fishes, and that just goes on and on and on…
In that very same time that he went to see them, she explained the reason for giving their daughter that name. The god could remember the sound of the woman’s laugh when he asked about it, his lips twisting in confusion.
“I want her to understand the circle of things, how all has its ending,” Johanna beamed down to their daughter, playing with her as she held a robin made of wood, “Eurydice once was a nymph, right? Nature understands how everything lives and then goes, and when Orpheus looked back… I believe she didn’t look at him with sadness in her eyes, but acceptance.”
His chest held a heavy weight at her words, a struggling sigh escaped from his lips, “That’s… A beautiful way of viewing their story.”
“Isn’t it?” Johanna giggled, “I want Eury to understand that same thing, to accept that one day, her friends will go away and the way fate works.”
He looked back at her, watching not sadness, but gratification fill her beautiful blue eyes.
“You know,” she continued, taking his silence as a reason to continue, “One day I’ll go away as well, and I don’t want her to hold on grief, all the sadness that there is when we talk about the end.”
Hades' adamantium eyes brought the god back to their conversation. The pounding in his heart weakened by the mere memory.
“Right, right,” the King nodded, a bitter smile in his lips. He still wasn’t convinced that the mortal didn’t name her daughter that name in spite of who they were- him and the father of her daughter, “What about you daughter? She has already reached her teenage years, right?”
The god sighed, the weight of his concerns evident in his eyes. "Yes, she has. And it's precisely that which troubles me. She's already veering toward the path of that prophecy... I don’t want her ensnared in our potential downfall."
The King of the Underworld paced a few steps, his gaze fixed on the intricate patterns of the throne room floor. An intriguing expression played across his face as he mumbled, "Well-chosen words, my friend." He concealed his uncertainty about how to proceed, then asked, "You're referring to the cursed blade, aren't you?"
The other man nodded, feeling a momentary absence without the comforting presence of his moths by his side. To tell the truth, of a single and specific one, “She’s walking right into the great prophecy itself, despite all my attempts to keep her far from it.”
Slowly, the god sensed the King and his friend’s steps drawing closer. The next thing he felt was a hand on his shoulder. And, in an unexpected turn from the god of death, the last thing he anticipated was a smile.
A sad smile, almost sympathetic.
“I know all too well about prophecies shaping our children’s future, friend,” Hades averted his eyes, but the other god could sense where his gaze lingered. At a hotel, a long time ago—he had seen him soon after what had happened to his own family, “Alecto told me something one day, about how we can’t interfere in the laws of death. And she wasn’t wrong. If your daughter is destined to die in that prophecy, there’s nothing you can do.”
The god didn’t seem to be happy about his friend’s answer, even if he knew that he spoke the truth.
“But,” the palace’s visitor mumbled, unsure about his own thoughts and feelings, “It doesn’t make us hypocrites to love our children but not be able to protect them from their future?”
If any other gods had posed the same question to Hades, he would have immediately expelled them not only from his palace but also from his realm. However, this was his long-time friend, a god he had known since his first days as the caretaker of the world of the dead.
They had weathered many stories together, never stepping away when things got ugly. Regardless of their beliefs, agreements, or disagreements, they always had each other's backs. No matter how much time had passed since their last conversation.
Hades would always understand his friend’s frustration, not taking his words in a negative way, because he knew exactly how that feeling was.
Disappointment. Not only with himself but with their world, their rules, the prophecies, and the many oracles that had once proclaimed them before.
“Honestly,” Hades sighed, sitting at the steps of his throne, inviting his friend to sit beside him, “Until today, I don’t have an answer to that question.”
His friend accepted the invitation, taking a seat beside him. Reflecting on the events of the past, he cast a glance at the King, “How have they been doing?”
“They’re good,” the King answered, his tone expressing how tired he truly was. Perhaps, tired just from thinking about his kids, “Alecto and the others were keeping their eyes on them until a month or two ago; now, I’ve instructed them to monitor Zeus’ daughter… I won’t let what happened to my children go unnoticed.”
It took a few seconds for the other god to grasp the full implication, “You ordered them to take her life?”
“Before you judge,” Hades turned to his friend, a fierce determination evident in his dark, coal-like eyes, “I know how it sounds. But my brother needs to understand the consequences of his choices. He has to comprehend how they affected me and continue to affect me.”
The other god lapsed into silence for a while, finding himself without much to say. The memory of that fateful day still lingered in his thoughts—the consuming rage of Hades and the tears that had flowed until the River Styx nearly flooded the entire Underworld. The past was a tangled mess, a time when they were old yet too young, too reckless.
Mistakes had been made, but the notion of plotting harm against a brother's family was beyond his comprehension. He couldn't fathom committing such an act against his own brother, regardless of right or wrong. He would never intentionally cause pain to what his brother held dear.
However, matters concerning the Big Three and the Olympians were far more complicated than the dynamics of his own branch of the family.
It was his friend's fury, his pursuit of what he deemed justice. If it was the will of fate for such events to unfold, there was little the god could do or say.
He, more than anyone, grasped the relentless cycle of life. People live, and inevitably, they meet their end—doomed to confront their fate, sooner or later. How that end manifested was not within his control.
Accepting this truth stung, but reality is what it is. And sometimes, what brings a pounding pain, even for a god.
"May I ask you for a favor?" he ventured to inquire, finally.
Hades scrutinized him with narrowed eyes, a darkness confined in his icy gaze. "Does that mean you'll be in debt to me?" he questioned.
His friend almost reconsidered but nodded, saying, "If you wish."
"Proceed then," the King urged, a hint of amusement in his tone, "you're quite full of surprises today."
"Eurydice..." The man hesitated, choosing his words carefully, "She crossed paths with Thalia, Zeus' daughter."
Hades burst into laughter.
He simply laughed—a cruel, echoing laughter that filled the entire room.
There was bitterness in it, for he knew the implications that would follow this request.
"Let me guess, you want Alecto to go easy on your daughter if she happens to be between my Furies and Zeus’ daughter," he deduced, it wasn’t a question. The King knew the meaning behind his friend’s words.
The visitor nodded solemnly, acknowledging the accuracy of Hades' deduction. The air in the room grew heavier as the implications of the favor settled between them.
Hades, still chuckling, leaned back against the steps of his throne, the dark, ethereal aura surrounding him accentuating the intensity of the moment. The god of death fixed his piercing gaze on his friend, a mix of curiosity and amusement playing in his eyes.
"You claim that Johanna Gaumont meant nothing by naming your daughter that name," Hades mused, "but the more I hear you talk about the girl, the more it feels like a subtle jab directed at me."
His friend shook his head, holding back a chuckle, “That’s not… I really doubted that she really meant anything like that. I just want to shield Eurydice from a death that it’s not destined to her.”
“Yet,” Hades completed, raising a brow at the god beside him.
Reluctant, the man saw himself nodding to that.
Hades regarded his friend with a thoughtful expression, the laughter fading from his eyes. There was a shared understanding between them, a recognition of the burdens carried by gods who had witnessed the ebb and flow of mortal lives, prophecies, and the tangled web of divine machinations.
“If your daughter tries to stop them from killing the girl…” Hades spoke, the gravity of his words settling into the shadows that surrounded them.
“All I ask is that they don't hurt her,” the god mumbled, hesitation causing his hands to tremble, “As a father, I cannot simply stand by and watch my daughter succumb to a fate not of her choosing.”
Hades nodded in silent agreement, the weight of paternal love a bond that transcended even the divine laws that governed their existence sometimes.
"I’m granting you this favor," Hades finally said, to his friend's relief, "I’ll ask them to not hurt her once I hear from them.”
The two gods sat in contemplative silence, the echoes of laughter replaced by the grim reality of their shared concerns. In the tapestry of divine existence, their roles as distant and observant parents, never able to truly intervene for the best of their children. Always having to work around, make subtle decisions that wouldn't interfere with the order of things.
Was this what it meant to be a good father? Would this be the answer to the hypocrisy of being a god and the father of a demigod?
They would never know; it always felt like they were taking two steps forward and three steps back.
“Thank you, Hades,” the god, usually followed by his moths, said, a weak smile on his face, “I mean it.”
Both of them had duties to fulfill.
“Consider it a small favor between old friends, one I may ask for in return later," Hades responded, his tone carrying a rare warmth. “Just remember, my friend, we may not have all the answers, but we must navigate the complexities of our roles as gods and fathers as best as we can.”
As the two gods rose from their seats, the shadows in the throne room seemed to sway, sensing their power shifting in the air. Fate continued to weave its threads as both of them walked to the entrance of the palace, the King keeping his friend company before parting ways.
Once they reached the doors and they were opened, a solitary moth flapped its wings as it swung its way to a single god’s shoulder. The two gods turned their faces to the being, totally unfazed by its presence among them.
“Why am I not surprised?” Hades asked to himself, lifting a brow as he viewed the moth with dark wings and brownish details.
“I could ask the same question,” his friend stated, looking down at the moth upon his shoulder.
"May your journey back to your duty be uneventful," finally, the King said, a smile persistently in his face.
With a nod of gratitude, the god made his way out of the palace, the moth accompanying him like a faithful companion. The Underworld echoed with a solemn air as he traversed the familiar paths, contemplating the weight of his conversation with Hades.
However, his thoughts were interrupted by the soft fluttering of wings, and he glanced at the moth perched on his shoulder. Its delicate movements seemed almost comforting, a silent presence in the face of uncertainty.
Hades was right, if Eurydice was truly destined to fulfill her prophecies, there was nothing he could do to stop it. All he could do was hope, even if it sounded ridiculous to a god to hope.
But, he hoped. The god hoped that his daughter was strong enough to endure more loss.
Because, by the path she was walking into, she was destined to lose more than she already had.
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THE BALLAD OF MOTHS | LUKE CASTELLAN
Summary: Eurydice Gaumont harbored a deep-seated resentment for death, a relentless force that had consistently stripped away everything dear to her—her father, friends, and most recently, her mother. It seemed an unyielding entity that only took and never gave, leaving behind an enduring void within her chest. Yet, amidst the perpetual loss, the only constant was her determination to press on.
Following her mother's demise, Eurydice found herself compelled to heed the persistent voice echoing within her mind. Guided by an internal compass, she embarked on a journey, driven by the desperate hope to discover a place where the isolation that clung to her would dissipate.
Now within the confines of Camp Half-Blood, Eurydice anticipated solace, a respite from the relentless grip of loneliness. However, to her dismay, the camp seemed to offer little reprieve, and if anything, the challenges intensified. Yet, amid the chaos and uncertainty, one silver lining emerged—Luke Castellan.
"When will you accept it?"
"What? Death?"
"No... Yourself."
chapters:
01 | The Day I Talked To A Moth (2.3K) | published
Eurydice grapples with the recent death of her mother and the haunting memories of Viola's tragic passing. Viola's mother, Nicole, reveals a hidden world of mythical creatures and urges Eurydice to seek refuge at Camp Half-Blood.
02 | I Defend A Bunch Of Kids From A Giant Snake (4.9K) | published
Eurydice Gaumont receives gifts from her father and one of these proves invaluable as her journey intersects with fellow demigods.
03 | Sometimes, People Are Just People (4.3K) | published
The group of demigods face Thalia's injury, should they continue their journey or look for a way to remedy the girl's condition?
04 | 'Til The Road Begins… (???) | draft
A god decides to visit Hades' palace.
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I'm addicted to edit my own oc, im so sorry guys
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well, since the first option won, I'll give you a snippet of the beginning of the next chapter
A solitary, timid moth fluttered through the obscure recesses and shadowy corners of the realm beneath the living world. Its intricately detailed wings, painted in dark hues of black and brown, flapped tirelessly until the delicate creature gracefully alighted on the shoulder of a looming, broad figure.
The imposing man cast a benevolent smile toward the moth, “You've done splendidly, my dear. You may join the others.”
Yet, the moth remained unconvinced, steadfastly maintaining its chosen perch.
Unperturbed as well, the man reassured, “I shall return to you shortly, I promise. I have matters to discuss with a… Friend.”
If the moth thought about arguing, it gave up soon. The little creature knew well enough not to argue with a god. Familiar with the god, she also understood that the man had a good reason to wish to talk with the King of the Underworld himself, alone.
So, the moth flew away, following the way where others like her would go and rest.
The god observed her departure, a heavy weight upon his heart. Despite this, he swiftly composed himself, resuming his journey into Hades’ palace.
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my dream as a fanfic writer is to write a story which people want to talk to me about and send asks about afterwards and discuss things the characters did and the symbolism and meanings behind certain lines and I'll be all "hehe thanks" but irl I'll be in literal tears because I wrote something that means something to someone
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omg, we are already in 51 votes and most of you want to see gods discussing our girl eurydice and some other kids 😆😆😆
idk if i laugh or i laugh, for sure it might ending up being a short chapter, but a good one. full of clues about what will happen along the story :)))))
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can we get some luke fluff (or smut if your comfortable writing it 😩) i’m just in a luke mood rn
also, do you do anons?? if you do can i be this emoji?: 🩻
of course!! i was refering to asks about my fic but i can for sure write some asks in that case!!
I made it fluff, I hope you enjoy!!!
And also, I do anons, you're free to be 🩻 :))
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"Oh," Sam's voice, your half-brother, startled you, causing you to jump. "So that's what had been going on…"
Swiftly, you turned to face him. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Don't you?" Sam arched an eyebrow, nonchalantly chewing on his breakfast.
"No, I don't," you asserted, furrowing your brows while trying to focus on your own meal.
"Oh," Sam's voice, your half-brother, startled you, causing you to jump. "So that's what had been going on..."
Swiftly, you turned to face him. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Don't you?" Sam arched an eyebrow, nonchalantly chewing on his breakfast.
"No, I don't," you asserted, furrowing your brows while trying to focus on your own meal.
"So... You haven't been avoiding Luke," Sam's statement nearly made you choke on a piece of bread.
Regrettably, this time, there was no escaping the conversation. Especially not when your eyes involuntarily shifted back to what you had been discreetly observing from afar since you sat down.
Luke was in his own table with other kids from his cabin, you could recognized some new kids seated next to the head counselor. As usual, most of them were playing around and talking out loud, caught in their conversations to care about someone eavesdropping.
However, lately, Luke wasn't talking to Chris or any of his other cabin companions. Instead, every morning, an Aphrodite’s daughter has been sitting right next to him, talking for hours before they parted ways to their respective activities of the day. Or so, many would have thought.
Last week, you were training archery with others campers, you quickly spotted Luke, which surprised you. He rarely went there by his own, most of times he would go there was to help a new kid to discover their gift. But, that time, there were no new kid by his side.
For a moment, foolishly, you thought he might be there for you.
How wrong you were.
In the blink of an eye, the same daughter of Aphrodite was whispering and giggling with him as if sharing some secret.
That moment, for reasons unknown, planted a numb feeling in your heart, making your chest heavy. Since then, you couldn't summon the strength to talk to Luke again.
Every time you saw him, the memory of his laughter at the girl’s words haunted you. The same laughter he once shared only with you.
As Valentine’s Day approached, you were convinced that this time, you'd have a chance.
How wrong you were, indeed.
“Please,” you let your head rest in your hands against the table, “Can we forget about this? It's still seven in the morning.”
“Of course not,” Sam exclaimed, alerting some of their siblings, “I had suspect you were acting strange lately, I should have know that it had something to do with your crush”
“He isn’t my crush,” I groaned.
Sam looked at you, unfazed, knowing too well that you were lying.
"He has been trying to talk to you for days," your brother said. "And you always made us tell him your excuses. Now I know they were just that—excuses."
"Sam, please, can we not?" you tried to argue, raising your head just enough to stare back at him. "I don’t want to talk about Luke."
"If you're worried that he's going to confess his undying love for that girl or something, you're wrong," Sam teased, smirking.
"I'm not worried about anything," you retorted, attempting to brush off the conversation.
But deep down, you couldn't deny the unease settling within you. What was Luke up to? Why was he spending so much time with that Aphrodite's daughter?
Days passed, and you continued to avoid Luke, unable to shake off the strange feeling of betrayal. The approaching Valentine's Day only intensified the emotional turmoil within you. You convinced yourself it was just another day, and you'd get through it without any significant changes.
On the night before Valentine’s Day, you skipped the bonfire, trying to return to your cabin. Staying there grew more scrutinizing with Luke's piercing gaze following you. The best you could do for yourself was to leave.
Yet, a hand grabbed you by the arm, forcing you to turn towards the owner of that hand.
Luke.
"What happened? You've been avoiding me for days," Luke's tone carried a tinge of sadness, shattering your heart even more. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No, you didn’t," you pulled your arm away from him. "Please, Luke, I don’t want to talk right now. We can talk about it tomorrow."
"Look, if there’s something wrong, I really want to make things right now," Luke pressured, taking a step closer to you. "Before tomorrow."
"I really need to go, Castellan," you raised your hands, taking some steps back before continuing your way to your cabin. "If you really want to talk with someone, talk with Sandy."
On Valentine's Day morning, however, reality hit you like a ton of bricks. Luke wasn't at his usual spot in the dining area. The absence of his laughter and presence left a void that you hadn't anticipated.
Panic set in, and you frantically scanned the room for any sign of him.
To make matters worse, the Aphrodite's daughter was also nowhere to be found. Confusion and frustration bubbled within you. What was going on?
Unable to contain your emotions, you excused yourself and headed towards the lake. You needed some space to yourself. The lake was one of the only places where you could think when everything became too loud, even your own feelings.
Usually, you'd ask Luke to go there with you; he helped you get your head back in its place. But his presence wasn't likely to help this time.
As you approached the familiar lakeside spot, you noticed something different. There was a blanket spread out, flowers arranged delicately, and a small basket filled with goodies. Confusion clouded your mind. Why would someone set up a romantic picnic by the lake?
You hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to investigate further or leave. But a sinking feeling in your chest urged you to stay. As you got closer, you saw Luke, putting the finishing touches on the setup.
"What is going on?" you asked, wiping away some tears that were already gathering on your face.
Apparently, your presence caught Luke off guard. When he turned to face you, his eyes widened, and some of the plastic plates that he held fell upon the blanket.
"Hm, you weren’t supposed to be here right now," Luke scratched the back of his neck. "That wasn’t on my plan."
Your heart sank as confusion deepened. Was he referring to the Aphrodite's daughter, and you happened to stumble upon their secret rendezvous?
"I'm sorry," you stammered, feeling a mix of guilt and confusion. "I didn't mean to ruin anything. I'll just go."
"No, no, it's not that," Luke reassured, stepping closer to you. "I just wanted everything to be perfect, and, well, surprises work better when they're, you know, surprises."
You couldn't shake off the suspicion that he might be trying to cover up the real recipient of this romantic setup. "Perfect for who, Luke?"
Luke hesitated, his eyes avoiding yours for a moment. "Well, I... uh, I thought maybe you'd enjoy a nice Valentine's Day surprise."
The realization hit you like a wave, crashing over the doubts and confusion. But you didn’t give ears to it just yet, too afraid of the idea of being a fool once again, “That’s for me?”
Luke nodded, a sheepish smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, you. I wanted it to be a surprise, but you showed up a bit early."
You couldn't believe it. Yet, Luke sat on the blanket, silently inviting you to do the same.
As you settled onto the blanket, the air was filled with a mix of awkwardness and unspoken tension. Luke seemed hesitant, and you couldn't shake off the feeling that he might have misunderstood your avoidance.
"I've noticed you've been avoiding me," Luke finally spoke, his eyes searching yours for an explanation.
You sighed, feeling the weight of guilt settling in. "I'm sorry, Luke. I just... I thought you were… I don’t know, dating Sandy"
Luke's expression shifted to confusion. "The daughter of Aphrodite? No, she's a friend. She was helping me plan this surprise for you, but I wasn't sure if you'd like it. You've been avoiding me, and I thought maybe... well, I thought maybe I'd misunderstood something."
A pang of regret hit you. Luke had put so much effort into planning a surprise for you, and your avoidance had made him unsure if you would even appreciate it. You took a deep breath, deciding to be honest with him.
"I was avoiding you because I was jealous," you admitted, your gaze dropping to the blanket beneath you.
"Jealous?" Luke echoed, surprise evident in his voice. "Why?"
"Because I saw you at the archery range with Sandy," you confessed, avoiding eye contact. "I thought you were there for me, and then I saw you talking with her and… It’s complicated."
Luke's expression softened as he reached out to gently lift your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "I was talking to Sandy because she helped me with the date's idea, nothing more. And... Well, I've always watched you training."
Your eyes widened in surprise, "What?"
Luke nodded, a shy smile on his face. "Yeah, I've been skipping my own training to watch you. I didn't want to disturb you, so I just watched from afar. I just... I wanted to see you in your element, doing something you love. You always have that twinkle in your eye when you’re at archery."
A mixture of emotions washed over you—surprise, joy, and a tinge of embarrassment. Luke had been secretly watching you, and all this time, you thought he was spending it with someone else. The misunderstanding that had fueled the distance between you suddenly seemed trivial compared to the truth that unfolded.
"I had no idea," you whispered, a genuine smile forming on your face.
"I wanted today to be perfect for you," Luke said, his gaze filled with sincerity. "I hope you like the surprise."
Your heart warmed by his words, you leaned in and kissed him softly on the cheek, close to his lips. "It's more than perfect, Luke. Thank you."
As you both settled into the Valentine's Day picnic, the awkwardness gave way to warmth, and the day unfolded into a new beginning for yours and Luke’s life.
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just to let you knowww, I'm open to asks answering about the fic while we wait for the pool to end (even though Im pretty sure that the "some gods discussing" might winnn
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Now that I can check... I won't lie, I got surprise yall curious to see some gods talking about their children and how some of them (gods) might be manipulating situations 👀
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God knows how much I want to vote just to know who is winning but I dont want to mess with the percentual 😭😭😭
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Writing Prompt #2578
"I'm sorry. You weren't supposed to get caught up in this."
She spat at her feet. "Don't make an exception for me. If you're going to betray any of us, I don't want to be spared."
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