Name:
Hermes
Gender:
Male
Orientation:
Straight
Relationship:
Closed
Friendships:
Open
Companions:
Chirp- Lesser Short-nosed bat
Artist:
park_eunhuii
Hermes
Gender:
Male
Orientation:
Straight
Relationship:
Closed
Friendships:
Open
Companions:
Chirp- Lesser Short-nosed bat
Artist:
park_eunhuii
Bio:
Sick as a child, and formerly known as Miles by his loving father, Hermes missed out on much in life. So when Hades stepped forward with a proposition for him to be the messenger for him, he took it without much hesitation. While he left behind the frail form and his name, his humor and personality remained. Hermes is like a large child, full of goofy and playful manners, he is never one for boredom. Song: Here I am |
Traits
Smooth Horns- Uncommon
Leopard Tail- Rare
Rounded Scales- Rare
Minor Mane- Uncommon
Leopard Tail- Rare
Rounded Scales- Rare
Minor Mane- Uncommon
Stories
Firefly looked at the small viscet that had been given to him. His mother had her own son to take care of and so this was his. He snuggled it close and watched the little one open his eyes and take in the scene around him, “my little Miles”
Firefly watched Miles grow up but something just didn’t seem quite right. Miles was always very sick and weak and so Firefly took him to some nurses who informed him that Miles was suffering from a deadly disease. Firefly was so heartbroken that his little boy would never get to live and have a family of his own. He tried every medication that they could find but there was nothing that helped. By the time Miles had matured, he had lost most mobility and with that, his dreams of traveling. Miles found himself growing distant from everyone, afraid of them getting hurt when he eventually would succumb to his disease, which he was told wouldn’t be too long now. That was when he got a visitor.
A dark viscet walked into his room and looked at him with pity in his eyes, “You never even got a chance to live.”
“Yeah. But I just worry about hurting those I love. I don’t mind that I didn’t get to do anything I had hoped.” Miles responded, only thinking of those who he knew were crying in the hall for him.
“They will live on. They have prepared for this your whole life.” The visitor sat next to his bed and looked at the sickly viscet. “I imagine you would be very handsome if the illness hadn’t made you so frail.”
“Who are you kidding? Even in this state I am handsome.” Miles joked and he saw the viscet crack a smile.
“I like you kid. What’s your biggest dream that you wish you could have fulfilled?”
“Oh, that’s easy. I would have loved to travel. My father and great uncle used to tell me stories of all different places and I wish I could have gone to see them for myself.” Miles looked off distantly as he imagined it.
“Well, how about I make you a deal? You come work for me and you will be able to travel to your hearts delight.” The stranger said and leaned back against the wall to wait for his answer.
“What? How could you do that?”
“I have my ways. Do we have a deal?” The viscet asked.
“Who are you?” Miles asked.
“I am Hades. Now I am asking you to be one of my angels but I would allow you to spend most of your time in the mortal world. I need a messenger anyways as it is getting exhausting trying to keep track of everything in both worlds.” Hades spoke and closed his eyes, resting his head back against the wall looking tired.
“So, you want me to be a messenger for you, god of death, and in return I get to travel?” Miles asked and Hades nodded. “Then it is a deal.”
Hades smiled, “That is amazing Miles. Thank you.”
“Well now that I am the messenger now, may I change my name?” Miles asked, thinking he would rather let Miles die here and give his loved ones peace of mind.
“Of course. What would you like to change it to?” Hades asked, slowly standing and brushing the dirt from his fur.
“Hermes. He is the messenger of the gods isn’t he?” Miles asked and Hades smiled.
“Yes he is. Well I think it fits. Welcome to my staff Hermes.”
A dark viscet walked into his room and looked at him with pity in his eyes, “You never even got a chance to live.”
“Yeah. But I just worry about hurting those I love. I don’t mind that I didn’t get to do anything I had hoped.” Miles responded, only thinking of those who he knew were crying in the hall for him.
“They will live on. They have prepared for this your whole life.” The visitor sat next to his bed and looked at the sickly viscet. “I imagine you would be very handsome if the illness hadn’t made you so frail.”
“Who are you kidding? Even in this state I am handsome.” Miles joked and he saw the viscet crack a smile.
“I like you kid. What’s your biggest dream that you wish you could have fulfilled?”
“Oh, that’s easy. I would have loved to travel. My father and great uncle used to tell me stories of all different places and I wish I could have gone to see them for myself.” Miles looked off distantly as he imagined it.
“Well, how about I make you a deal? You come work for me and you will be able to travel to your hearts delight.” The stranger said and leaned back against the wall to wait for his answer.
“What? How could you do that?”
“I have my ways. Do we have a deal?” The viscet asked.
“Who are you?” Miles asked.
“I am Hades. Now I am asking you to be one of my angels but I would allow you to spend most of your time in the mortal world. I need a messenger anyways as it is getting exhausting trying to keep track of everything in both worlds.” Hades spoke and closed his eyes, resting his head back against the wall looking tired.
“So, you want me to be a messenger for you, god of death, and in return I get to travel?” Miles asked and Hades nodded. “Then it is a deal.”
Hades smiled, “That is amazing Miles. Thank you.”
“Well now that I am the messenger now, may I change my name?” Miles asked, thinking he would rather let Miles die here and give his loved ones peace of mind.
“Of course. What would you like to change it to?” Hades asked, slowly standing and brushing the dirt from his fur.
“Hermes. He is the messenger of the gods isn’t he?” Miles asked and Hades smiled.
“Yes he is. Well I think it fits. Welcome to my staff Hermes.”
Hermes fought to catch his breath after sprinting back to the underworld to inform Hades of a renegade spirit. Hades rushed off with Abaddon and some of the other spirits to go catch it and Hermes thought there must be a better way to do this. He slipped away to his room and lay across his bed, looking up at the dim ceiling. His walls were covered with maps from all different places and some that he had even made himself. He had little trinkets from each of the locations he visited lined up on shelves along the room and space for more in the future.
Hermes rested a moment and then heard a knock as one of the other angels came to inform him that Hades was back. Hermes went to speak to Hades in the throne room, where he usually was after matters like this. Hades was sitting on his black marble throne, holding his head exhausted from the battle and Hermes approached quietly.
“Hades?” Hermes asked and the viscet nodded as he lifted his head up weakly.
“Yes Hermes?” His voice was tired but he still looked at the messenger curiously.
“There has to be a better way of sending you messages… I am too slow.” Hermes confided in the god and he nodded.
“I see your point. What are you thinking?” Hades asked, curious to see what the viscet was thinking on the matter.
“Allow me to find an animal companion to aid me. An animal that could be used to fly messages back here much faster than I could run.” Hermes bowed his head and Hades thought on it a bit.
Having an animal would mean Hermes could relay messages much faster back to Hades and could even remain on the scene to keep things from getting worse in the meantime. Hades didn’t think it was such a bad idea.
“I think that is a very good idea. Is there an animal you were thinking about in particular?” Hades asked.
Hermes nodded, “I was thinking a bat perhaps”
Hades frowned and shook his head, “no. Bats are frightful creatures and carry diseases. Perhaps a bird of sorts instead?”
“But sir, just listen to my explanation. Bats are quick fliers but would not be afraid to enter the caves like a bird may. A bat would also be able to fly just as quick in the dark maze like system as the underworld entrance, probably to much better precision than any bird could. A bat would be perfect for the job.” Hades just shook his head and Hermes frowned, “Very well. I will find a suitable animal.”
Hades nodded and dismissed himself to go rest and Hermes went back to the surface. Hermes was still set on the idea of a bat and therefore traveled to an area where he had seen a specific kind he was thinking of. He found the cave where they lived and decided to wait for them to return by taking a nap in a nearby tree.
He woke to the sound of wings and was startled to see a little figure perched on the branch above him, looking down. The little bat had a piece of fruit in its mouth, which it offered to the viscet. Hermes took it carefully and watched the little bat begin to groom the sticky juice from it’s fur. Hermes ate the fruit and watched the other bats rejoin the group at the cave, making space for each arrival on the cave ceiling. Hermes waited to see if this little bat would join the others on the cave ceiling but it remained on the branch above him.
It was now dawn and almost all the bats had gone to the cave to sleep for the day, all but the little one who had chosen to keep Hermes company in the tree. Hermes reached up with his paw and the little bat took hold on his claw and then his horns when given the opportunity. Hermes smiled, with the little bat dangling gracefully off his horn and began to make his way back to the underworld.
When entering the castle, Hermes chose to hold the little bat in his paws and Hades turned to look at him curiously.
“You find a suitable animal already? That was fast.” Hades began to approach Hermes to see what Hermes had in his paws before backtracking quickly, “What…”
“Now wait just a second Hades. Look at this little guy. He wouldn’t harm a fly.” Hermes spoke and Hades looked at him with raised eyebrows.
“They eat flies, buddy. Flies and any other insect they can find.”
“Not this one. This type eats fruit. He actually offered me some.” Hermes beamed at Hades with a grin and could see the thoughts running through Hades mind. Sharing fruit with a bat? Diseases.
Hades approached with a scowl until he looked upon the little bat in Hermes paws. His expression melted into a smile at the little figure who picked that exact moment to yawn and curl up on Hermes fingers. Hades tried to regain a stoic expression but Hermes knew he had won.
“So?” Hermes asked with a smile and Hades shrugged.
“I guess he will work for the job.” Hades spoke and Hermes grinned wide.
Hermes rested a moment and then heard a knock as one of the other angels came to inform him that Hades was back. Hermes went to speak to Hades in the throne room, where he usually was after matters like this. Hades was sitting on his black marble throne, holding his head exhausted from the battle and Hermes approached quietly.
“Hades?” Hermes asked and the viscet nodded as he lifted his head up weakly.
“Yes Hermes?” His voice was tired but he still looked at the messenger curiously.
“There has to be a better way of sending you messages… I am too slow.” Hermes confided in the god and he nodded.
“I see your point. What are you thinking?” Hades asked, curious to see what the viscet was thinking on the matter.
“Allow me to find an animal companion to aid me. An animal that could be used to fly messages back here much faster than I could run.” Hermes bowed his head and Hades thought on it a bit.
Having an animal would mean Hermes could relay messages much faster back to Hades and could even remain on the scene to keep things from getting worse in the meantime. Hades didn’t think it was such a bad idea.
“I think that is a very good idea. Is there an animal you were thinking about in particular?” Hades asked.
Hermes nodded, “I was thinking a bat perhaps”
Hades frowned and shook his head, “no. Bats are frightful creatures and carry diseases. Perhaps a bird of sorts instead?”
“But sir, just listen to my explanation. Bats are quick fliers but would not be afraid to enter the caves like a bird may. A bat would also be able to fly just as quick in the dark maze like system as the underworld entrance, probably to much better precision than any bird could. A bat would be perfect for the job.” Hades just shook his head and Hermes frowned, “Very well. I will find a suitable animal.”
Hades nodded and dismissed himself to go rest and Hermes went back to the surface. Hermes was still set on the idea of a bat and therefore traveled to an area where he had seen a specific kind he was thinking of. He found the cave where they lived and decided to wait for them to return by taking a nap in a nearby tree.
He woke to the sound of wings and was startled to see a little figure perched on the branch above him, looking down. The little bat had a piece of fruit in its mouth, which it offered to the viscet. Hermes took it carefully and watched the little bat begin to groom the sticky juice from it’s fur. Hermes ate the fruit and watched the other bats rejoin the group at the cave, making space for each arrival on the cave ceiling. Hermes waited to see if this little bat would join the others on the cave ceiling but it remained on the branch above him.
It was now dawn and almost all the bats had gone to the cave to sleep for the day, all but the little one who had chosen to keep Hermes company in the tree. Hermes reached up with his paw and the little bat took hold on his claw and then his horns when given the opportunity. Hermes smiled, with the little bat dangling gracefully off his horn and began to make his way back to the underworld.
When entering the castle, Hermes chose to hold the little bat in his paws and Hades turned to look at him curiously.
“You find a suitable animal already? That was fast.” Hades began to approach Hermes to see what Hermes had in his paws before backtracking quickly, “What…”
“Now wait just a second Hades. Look at this little guy. He wouldn’t harm a fly.” Hermes spoke and Hades looked at him with raised eyebrows.
“They eat flies, buddy. Flies and any other insect they can find.”
“Not this one. This type eats fruit. He actually offered me some.” Hermes beamed at Hades with a grin and could see the thoughts running through Hades mind. Sharing fruit with a bat? Diseases.
Hades approached with a scowl until he looked upon the little bat in Hermes paws. His expression melted into a smile at the little figure who picked that exact moment to yawn and curl up on Hermes fingers. Hades tried to regain a stoic expression but Hermes knew he had won.
“So?” Hermes asked with a smile and Hades shrugged.
“I guess he will work for the job.” Hades spoke and Hermes grinned wide.
Hades smiled as the little bat swirled above his head before coming to land on his outstretched paw. He held out a little piece of fruit to the bat who eagerly started munching away on it.
“You should stop doing that.” Hermes frowned as he walked into the throne room, catching Hades in the act of spoiling his companion.
“How come? It is just a little treat!” Hades spoke and Hermes swore he saw the little bat smirk at Hades’s response.
“Cause you are going to make him fat! Everytime you see him, you give him pieces of fruit!” Hermes laughed a bit and Hades shrugged.
“Well what’s wrong with that?” Hades gave the little bat another piece of fruit, ignoring Hermes’s protests.
“Cause he will become too fat to fly soon!” Hermes scolded, stepping forward to take the little bat away. The bat whimpered softly in protest but then climbed up Hermes to his usual resting place on his horns.
“Pfft. Then we just get another bat to do the work and he can stay here with me!” Hades smirked and Hermes rolled his eyes before walking away. He sometimes wondered if Hades became lonesome in the underworld all this time.
“You should stop doing that.” Hermes frowned as he walked into the throne room, catching Hades in the act of spoiling his companion.
“How come? It is just a little treat!” Hades spoke and Hermes swore he saw the little bat smirk at Hades’s response.
“Cause you are going to make him fat! Everytime you see him, you give him pieces of fruit!” Hermes laughed a bit and Hades shrugged.
“Well what’s wrong with that?” Hades gave the little bat another piece of fruit, ignoring Hermes’s protests.
“Cause he will become too fat to fly soon!” Hermes scolded, stepping forward to take the little bat away. The bat whimpered softly in protest but then climbed up Hermes to his usual resting place on his horns.
“Pfft. Then we just get another bat to do the work and he can stay here with me!” Hades smirked and Hermes rolled his eyes before walking away. He sometimes wondered if Hades became lonesome in the underworld all this time.
Hermes stepped through the dead leaves and looked around. It was getting colder now as winter approached and he knew he should ask Hades for something to help keep Chirp from becoming cold. He walked into the cave entrance and shook himself off a bit. He began his descent through the maze like cavern system until he reached the opening crevice. This crevice was the start of the River Styx and ahead was Cerebus and Charon awaiting next to his boat. He looked up at Hermes and began to get the boat ready to ferry him to the castle like usual.
Hermes waved him off and approached Cerebus, stroking his middle head gently.
“Could you help me cross buddy?”
The formal way to get across the river was by allowing Charon to ferry you across but many of Hades’s angels got across by Cerebus lifting them up and placing them on the other side. Particularly if they were not heading directly to the castle or if they desired to walk the fields instead.
Cerebus rested his right head down and Hermes carefully climb onto his forehead before it was lifted up and over the river. Once he was across, Hermes leapt off and waved to the two figures. Hermes made a mental note to bring Cerebus a steak from the castle for being good the next time he came through.
Hermes walked through the fields, noting all the spirits gathered around waiting for their chance to be judged and for the opportunity to move to better areas of the underworld. Most of these spirits however would remain in this field as they had not been extraordinary. Spirits that were special were usually brought directly to the castle by Charon to either become angels or to be granted permission to live on the isle of elysium, or even the isle of blessed if they had been that amazing. Those who were to be placed in punishment were collected by the angels and Hades himself, they were usually not going to come here willingly.
A few spirits reached out to him, mistified to see a viscet who was still alive down here and he did his best to calm them. He shivered a bit as he reached the castle, still feeling the cold damp feeling of the spirits touching his fur. He didn’t think he would ever get used to that feeling, no matter how long he was down here.
He entered the castle and went to his room to place a few things down before his meeting with Hades. He went to join Hades for dinner and nodded a greeting to some of the other angels that he saw moving towards dinner as well. He saw Kiranta, just getting back from the mortal realm himself, his Raven grooming itself as he walked, and Abaddon, shaking some reddish clay off his fur from where he had been working just now, his serpent companions coiled around his arms as he moved. He noticed a smaller figure, Nyx with her mane braided like normal as she bounded into the kitchen and wondered what kind of trouble she had been getting into.
Hermes stepped into the dining hall and made his way over to Hades who was talking to a few of the other angels. Hades smiled at the messenger and then sat near some empty seats to speak with him.
“Hello Hades, How is everything down here?” Hermes asked, taking a seat himself.
“All fine at the moment. But you know how things go, you never know when something is about to go wrong.” Hades laughed a bit and a few of the nearby angels laughed and nodded.
“Of course. It would be too dull down here otherwise.” Hermes laughed and then smiled at his boss. “I actually wanted to ask you for a favor. It is starting to get cold in the mortal realm and I am worried about Chirp. Could I have something to protect him from the cold?”
Hades looked worried and then began to think. He puzzled over it a bit and then nodded, “Of course. I will figure something out for you tonight so you can have it before you venture back up to the mortal realm in the morning.”
“Thank you Hades.” No sooner had he said that before an alarm went off and a group of angels, led by Abaddon, hurried from the dining hall.
Hades groaned and let his head fall back, “Why can’t that blasted demon stay in Tartarus?”
Hermes laughed a bit and then began to eat as Hades quickly stood and went to catch up to the group of angels.
By morning, a small servant knocked on the door to Hermes’s room. The servants were usually the souls of past servants who chose to continue their work for Hades and had a semi alive form meaning they could hold objects and open doors but did not require any nourishment. Hades liked to joke that they were stuck somewhere between him and his angels and the actual spirits. Not dead nor alive nor immortal.
Hermes answered the door and found the servant holding a box out for him, “From the master.”
Hermes cringed slightly as their voice was very metallic in sound and hurt his ears usually.
“Thank you.” He took the box and let the door swing closed before opening it. Inside was a thick black cloak made of cloth and a type of black fur that wasn’t very long but incredibly warm. He swung it on and noticed a small pouch on the shoulder just on the crease of the hood. He reached in and felt a nice warm compartment where Chirp could snuggle in. In the box was something else, and it made Hermes smile. Enclosed was a small piece of fruit wrapped in wax, a gift for Chirp, along with a very small bat sized sweater to keep Chirp warm as he flew back with messages.
Hermes laughed as sometimes Hades went very overboard with his gifts and stepped to the small miniature cave built up against the back of his room, summoning Chirp down with the promise of fruit and unwrapped the fruit from the wax. Chirp ate it gratefully, acting like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Hermes rolled his eyes at the little bats dramatics and slipped the cloak on.
Now Hermes noticed a symbol on the back and turned it to see the image of a scythe on the back, not just any scythe but the same as Hades’s marking. Hermes smiled at the detail and straightened the cloak on himself.
Hermes waved him off and approached Cerebus, stroking his middle head gently.
“Could you help me cross buddy?”
The formal way to get across the river was by allowing Charon to ferry you across but many of Hades’s angels got across by Cerebus lifting them up and placing them on the other side. Particularly if they were not heading directly to the castle or if they desired to walk the fields instead.
Cerebus rested his right head down and Hermes carefully climb onto his forehead before it was lifted up and over the river. Once he was across, Hermes leapt off and waved to the two figures. Hermes made a mental note to bring Cerebus a steak from the castle for being good the next time he came through.
Hermes walked through the fields, noting all the spirits gathered around waiting for their chance to be judged and for the opportunity to move to better areas of the underworld. Most of these spirits however would remain in this field as they had not been extraordinary. Spirits that were special were usually brought directly to the castle by Charon to either become angels or to be granted permission to live on the isle of elysium, or even the isle of blessed if they had been that amazing. Those who were to be placed in punishment were collected by the angels and Hades himself, they were usually not going to come here willingly.
A few spirits reached out to him, mistified to see a viscet who was still alive down here and he did his best to calm them. He shivered a bit as he reached the castle, still feeling the cold damp feeling of the spirits touching his fur. He didn’t think he would ever get used to that feeling, no matter how long he was down here.
He entered the castle and went to his room to place a few things down before his meeting with Hades. He went to join Hades for dinner and nodded a greeting to some of the other angels that he saw moving towards dinner as well. He saw Kiranta, just getting back from the mortal realm himself, his Raven grooming itself as he walked, and Abaddon, shaking some reddish clay off his fur from where he had been working just now, his serpent companions coiled around his arms as he moved. He noticed a smaller figure, Nyx with her mane braided like normal as she bounded into the kitchen and wondered what kind of trouble she had been getting into.
Hermes stepped into the dining hall and made his way over to Hades who was talking to a few of the other angels. Hades smiled at the messenger and then sat near some empty seats to speak with him.
“Hello Hades, How is everything down here?” Hermes asked, taking a seat himself.
“All fine at the moment. But you know how things go, you never know when something is about to go wrong.” Hades laughed a bit and a few of the nearby angels laughed and nodded.
“Of course. It would be too dull down here otherwise.” Hermes laughed and then smiled at his boss. “I actually wanted to ask you for a favor. It is starting to get cold in the mortal realm and I am worried about Chirp. Could I have something to protect him from the cold?”
Hades looked worried and then began to think. He puzzled over it a bit and then nodded, “Of course. I will figure something out for you tonight so you can have it before you venture back up to the mortal realm in the morning.”
“Thank you Hades.” No sooner had he said that before an alarm went off and a group of angels, led by Abaddon, hurried from the dining hall.
Hades groaned and let his head fall back, “Why can’t that blasted demon stay in Tartarus?”
Hermes laughed a bit and then began to eat as Hades quickly stood and went to catch up to the group of angels.
By morning, a small servant knocked on the door to Hermes’s room. The servants were usually the souls of past servants who chose to continue their work for Hades and had a semi alive form meaning they could hold objects and open doors but did not require any nourishment. Hades liked to joke that they were stuck somewhere between him and his angels and the actual spirits. Not dead nor alive nor immortal.
Hermes answered the door and found the servant holding a box out for him, “From the master.”
Hermes cringed slightly as their voice was very metallic in sound and hurt his ears usually.
“Thank you.” He took the box and let the door swing closed before opening it. Inside was a thick black cloak made of cloth and a type of black fur that wasn’t very long but incredibly warm. He swung it on and noticed a small pouch on the shoulder just on the crease of the hood. He reached in and felt a nice warm compartment where Chirp could snuggle in. In the box was something else, and it made Hermes smile. Enclosed was a small piece of fruit wrapped in wax, a gift for Chirp, along with a very small bat sized sweater to keep Chirp warm as he flew back with messages.
Hermes laughed as sometimes Hades went very overboard with his gifts and stepped to the small miniature cave built up against the back of his room, summoning Chirp down with the promise of fruit and unwrapped the fruit from the wax. Chirp ate it gratefully, acting like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Hermes rolled his eyes at the little bats dramatics and slipped the cloak on.
Now Hermes noticed a symbol on the back and turned it to see the image of a scythe on the back, not just any scythe but the same as Hades’s marking. Hermes smiled at the detail and straightened the cloak on himself.