Hades and Persephone- Part I

Prologue, Part I, Part II


It’s here! I’m going to try to post on Thursday nights. No promises they’ll always be on time because of work/school. But Thursdays are the goal.

I had a lot of technical difficulties with this. My home monitor is really crappy and the one I used at school is great… but it made the colors have a lot of inconsistencies. I’ll be getting a new monitor soon, so maybe I’ll come back to older chapters later and retouch them.


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Here’s the prologue to my version of Hades and Persephone 

didn’t get too creative with the title haha 

I’m very nervous to post it. I saw other artists do a much better job with the story, but I really didn’t want to give up all the work I did just because of that.

The first actual chapter will come out soon! I’m looking forward to sharing it!

I’ll probably post here and on Tapastic eventually, so if you like Tapastic’s layout better than tumblr’s, there will be that.

I will have to re-size all these pages because I wasn't thinking

Be to her, Persephone,
All the things I might not be;
Take her head upon your knee.
She that was so proud and wild,
Flippant, arrogant, and free,
She that had no need of me,
Is a lonely little child
Lost in Hell, - Persephone,
Take her head upon your knee;
Say to her, “My dear, my dear,
It is not so dreadful here.”
—  Prayer to Persephone, Edna St. Vincent Millay


The Pantheon | Persephone, goddess of nature and queen of the Underworld.

The earth provides. And then takes your soul.

Proserpina, consort of Hades, the mixed daughter, harbinger of spring, mother of the dead, produces and destroys everything, the savior maiden, bringer of fruit.

they say that goddesses have white teeth forged from marble and they hold onto nothing but threads of human eyelashes to know the length of mundane existence but

i’ve felt your breath leave your mouth and powder my face and you turned in my smoke curtain and billowed upwards reaching for trees and god before i snatched you down

how beautiful was that end? some poetic nothing where i loved you all as much as something otherworldly and you said i existed by myself at some single blight in the universe.

you told me i was a dying flower stem because my petals had already left me. i engulfed myself into the tundras in your eyes and laid down in a coffin of thorns and my blood made your land fertile.

my head is a crown of love and sadness and never seemed to be less than the lyrics ive woven into invisibility and my breasts wear it pretty. the harps screech under my feet, the singing of ravens and lost kings thrones. 

i’ve kissed princesses and laid princes under dirt and their tongues sprouted fruit that pulsated the earth and zeus and the trees and the babies wear wreaths of twigs and the skulls of rats for accoutrements. my hands are down and the night’s eyes watch me with every step i take.

—  persephone’s monologue