If I had to choose, I’d rather have a Hades in my life than a Zeus. There’s a magnetic pull to the idea of a love that doesn’t just shine brightly in the moment but burns steadily, enduringly—like embers that refuse to die even in the darkest of nights.
Zeus is the epitome of grandeur, the king of gods, ruler of the skies. His presence is impossible to ignore—he commands storms, wields lightning, and dazzles with charm. But beneath all that brilliance lies an unsteady heart. Zeus loves loudly, but his love is fleeting. His promises are as transient as the clouds he reigns over, and his devotion, often conditional. Zeus, for all his brightness, is a storm that passes—leaving behind destruction for others to clean up.
But Hades? Hades is the quiet power, the god who doesn’t need to stand in the spotlight to be significant. He resides in the shadows, governing a realm many fear, yet there’s an unshakable allure to him. Unlike Zeus, Hades isn’t concerned with applause or admiration. His love is not loud, but it’s steadfast, unwavering, and eternal. He’s the night sky—dark, mysterious, and full of depth, where constellations of loyalty and devotion quietly glimmer.
Look at his story with Persephone. Despite its tumultuous beginnings, theirs is not a tale of fleeting infatuation or shattered trust. No, it’s one of constancy. When Hades fell for Persephone, he didn’t seek anyone else. He didn’t waver in his affection, didn’t betray her trust. He embraced her fully, darkness and all, and built a kingdom for them to share. There’s a timelessness to his devotion that Zeus, with his wandering heart, could never hope to match.
And isn’t that what love should be? A safe harbor amid chaos? A hand that doesn’t let go when the lights dim and the storms rage? I don’t want a love that blinds me with its brightness but vanishes when the first shadow falls. I want a love that stays—grounded, honest, and enduring. A love that doesn’t fear the dark but thrives in it.
There’s a beauty in darkness that the sun could never understand. It’s where secrets are whispered, where vulnerability is laid bare, where love doesn’t need to shine to prove its worth. I don’t need someone who promises me the skies only to chase the next fleeting star. I’d rather have someone who meets me in the shadows, takes my hand, and says, “This is where we’ll build our world, together.”
So yes, I’ll take Hades over Zeus any day—a love that doesn’t demand the world’s attention, but rather, one that offers its unwavering loyalty. A love that endures not because it’s perfect, but because it’s real.
🫰🥰🫖 JRT
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