Me, being me – with my mind and thus my mouth having finally resurfaced from the wasteland it wallowed in for most of yesterday, made up for its self-imposed exile with a vengeance – I eventually pissed someone off. Pissed her off to point I was instructed “Go to Hades!”
Those of you who know me, or at least have an inkling of me, are likely smiling already…
“Hades?” I asked incredulously, “Really? Go to Hades? You do realize being sent there is not exactly punishment?”
“Right, since you’re destined to rule by his side, it would not be fearsome to you.” She sneered. I gave pause, I was going to ignore it. Really I was.
Oh Fine! We know I wasn’t.
“That specific fact notwithstanding,” I rolled my eyes. “Hades ruled the underworld where the dead resided after their time on earth. Once you died you belonged to him and once you’ve crossed the Styx into his domain you were not allowed to leave. Those who tried to circumvent such were punished; otherwise he was mostly passive in his daily rule. So, you telling me to Go to Hades? Yeah, really not much bite in that. Hades, and his eponymous underworld, are a construct of mythology. Hell, the place you don’t have the maturity to call by its proper name, is a construct of religion.”
“Smartass. To Hell with you then!” Emphasis heavy on the noun this time. I know my brow arched, I couldn’t help it and she, knowing me, groaned knowing something was about to drop and not in her favor.
Now class, what’s one thing that really galls us humans? Someone throwing our own words back at us.
“With you? Oh, Certainement!” I just grinned. “Since, as you’ve stated, I’m destined to rule by his side, it would not be fearsome for me, that would make me your queen, and either as Persephone or Lilith, I would surely make it hell for you.”
Lesson of the Day: Don’t mess with an erstwhile church girl, who likes classic mythology.
Let’s see how the hell others are slicing it up this Friday: