How Hades created the
How Hades created the

How Hades created the

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How is hell? Does anyone out there know? I just know that I don't want to know so soon and preferably never, but did you know that every culture has its version of the world of the Dead? Well, before anyone walked on water and went down to the mansion of the dead, there was Hades. The great Greek god who inherited the dominion of the underworld. I have in my possession one of the oldest translated Greek scrolls, donated exclusively to me by Hecate herself, who tells how he created his world and I'm willing to share it with you, I hope you like it.
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