Victories, defeats. Catastrophes, triumphs. Gone, all gone.
A blessing or a curse?
To each new dweller in Hades offers Pluto a goblet. In that
goblet the limpid water of Lethe. The only kindness offered in
the kingdom of the damned.
One bathed in those limpid waters, drank deep, and found no
peace.
Pluto.
Master of the evil domain. Keeper of the Portals of Hell.
Cursed to minister to the punishment of the damned, forever.
And cursed yet more with a heart that bled for the poor fools
whose actions had brought them to such sorry end.
The most damned of all souls in purgatory.
Pluto, master of that dread domain.
He had hoped with Persephone to escape in her arms the
ever-present misery.
Her sorrow brought misery the more.
"I can give to others the waters of Lethe. Only to others. As
for me, I must know all past evil deeds - and even more, must
know the evil yet to come."
The waters of Lethe failed him.
13. The Anger of Zeus
"I will not have it! Dare he taunt the master of the universe!
I will swat him like a fly! No! Too easy! He shall change places
with Prometheus! No, no! Even that is too easy. Boy, where are
you, come here! Now, right now! I have a chore for you. Yes,
such a chore!"
The sudden call to Olympus was unexpected. Not that Zeus ever
sent out invitations. Normally - if one could consider a summons
from Zeus to be normal - he had few cues and hints before Zeus
summoned him.
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