💘 Liar, Liar, In A Mire
6LS-6.5: P.S. Something slightly important that the God of Love forgot to mention about his impending trip to the Underworld...
EROS.
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Upon exiting his mother’s brewery on Olympos, he casually soared through the marble-and-starlight halls of the Temple of Love with his nose, toes, and belly pointed toward the ceiling, ankles crossed. He cradled his head in his laced hands as though he hadn’t a care in the world. He nodded to those he passed, grinned, blew kisses, tossed off mirth in the wake of his glowing aura.
Inside, his heart raced like his father’s snorting stallions down a mountainside with no reins, because he had lied to his mother.
He knew how to get into the Underworld. He even had some ideas on how to do it clandestinely. That was a difficult task, but possible to accomplish if one knew where to go. Eros did. Now…getting past the King of the Dead’s alarms, past his armor, past his guard dog and harpies and Furies and more, first to even get near his prey, much less get an arrow of Fated Love lodged into the heart of that big grouchy, paranoid fiend, and then to get back to the Upper Realms in one piece?
Zeus Thunderer His Kingly Self had designed and warded the Walls of Bronze and Night that separated the Lands of the Dead from the realms of the living, so Eros had no heavenly or infernal idea how to surpass the Impassable Threshold.
Twice.
He was going to need more help.
A lot more.
Because the King of the Dead might be down there, horny, moody, lonely. But when it came to guarding his realm from anyone who didn’t belong there, and especially from anyone trying to escape, he was by no means alone.
Coming Right Up: DENIZENS OF THE GREAT BELOW - you probably know their names already. They’re as notorious as their Lord. Kerberos, Kharon, Styx, Akheron… Welcome to Eternal Night.
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