My Haywire Mind

The battles of Hades
~=A story of strife and bloody war=~

Hades was born to a litter of four in the homeland of the Pantheon Breed, Parthakia. His father was Orthus, and his mother Cornetiseirra. He had one brother, Zeus, and two sister, Aphrodite and Hera. As the Law of the Pantheon Breed demanded, the entire litter was called to gods of a certain pantheon. He was a pure copy of his father's line, the Chronian line; extreme strong muscles tensed along a almost gigantic frame, a broad head, which holded powerfull jaws, and strong developed fore claws. His brother and two sisters hel more resemblance to the more dominating Gaian line; sleek, but not tender, muscled but not broad, made for avoiding blows, and snapping back before the opponent could react. Next to that you had the line, known for it's quality lines for leaders and such. And you had the Line, who where natural stalkers, and backstabbers... So, Hades was the largest, strongest of the litter, growing twice the size of his siblings. He quickly adopted the role of big brother and gaurdian, and soon found himslef fighting with those who threatened to harm his quite brutal "younger" brother. But as soonas Hades and his siblings grew adulescent, they where dragged into the cruel training camps of the Pantheon Breeds, which employed bloody and brutal methods to weed out the weak, and teach the strong how to be even more deadly alltogether. Fights to the death, marathons, fights with all sorts of dangerous animals including bulls, bears, lions and even vipers. Hades and all of his siblings got out, and each of them had discovered where they craved for, and how to get it. Zeus just craved for power, and soon left of to fight for it. Hera went in search for the simple adoration her parents never gave her, and grew out to become a beta in a pack far away, as lead hunter, respected and honoured by all. Aphrodite wanted... well... brutes on top of her, and sleeked of trough the world to find out what the "differences" between brutes where at certain places...

Hades just craved for war. Not for blood, as one might think of his kind. He only enjoyed devestation on a sheer larger scale, with whole packs being run down, and teared apart. He first went to closest packs, and offered his services to several packs. One accepted them, and they wouldn't regret. In the three years of fighting, raiding and skirmishing, Hades grew out to a feared and respected warrior, one that lead the other into battle without hesitation, barking out orders that changed the flow of the battle, and killed those who stood in his way. When the fighting was done, the Alpha offered Hades all what he could wish for except that what he really wanted. War. Thus, soon, Hades setted out again, to yet another war in Thessalonika, Macedon. There he fougth with the so called Phalanx team, who where aligned with the Tyrant, a wolf ho's power had gone to his head. With the formidable aid of the Phalanx, Tyrant quickly conquired an "empire", that crumbled away as sson as the Phalanx (and thus Hades) left. Hades tagged along with the Phalanx for yet two years, but then the fighting became tomonotone, and worse, to easy. Hades left the Phalanx, saluted his old comrades, and left for the south. Ther he strolled trough some minor conflicts in the deserts/steppes,and by sheer luck, he arrived in the strife-torn lands of Fire and Ice