Transformation
Hawk Roosting
Ted Hughes
1960
ARES, God of War, Bloodshed and Violence. This is what they used to call me and this is my story, my story of how I lost all I have ever loved and became the God of the Underworld and Regret, Hades.
I was perched up high in the trees, taking the form of a hawk, eyes closed and tasting the sweet, fresh air thinking to myself the scent of blood in the air will make this a perfect night. This is where the tall trees came into play, I inspected the surface of the Earth looking for my next victim. My claws clung on to the cold, rough bark and with each passing minute my grip intensified, so much in fact I was able to reshape the rough bark giving it a smoother feel than before. I grew restless by the minute, unable to find a victim from where I was perched. Hence, the reason I took flight. Flying high above the trees as to not be detected, after all it was hunting season. I would not have wanted to be shot down whilst in mortal form.
Just as I began to lose hope in finding my next victim, almost instantly, I spotted a woman washing out the stains from what appeared to be a wash cloth. I circled, waiting and then… Opportunity came calling. I swooped down and slashed at the woman’s throat, she shrieked in a high pitch that forced a crack into the windows in her house. A young boy, who appeared no older than 12, came running outside to investigate the noise. He burst out through the main door, I panicked and swiped at his throat. He tried to scream but the air escaped through the gap I had created, he stumbled towards his home but dropped, losing his strength, clawing at the door hoping he will attract the attention of someone in the house. I flew off into the darkness proud of the fact that blood had been spilt that night.
I returned to my human form and spent the rest of the night, before returning to Olympus, in an Inn. I went straight to the room that had been allocated to me and lay in the pathetic excuse of a bed that they had provided. My eyelids grew heavier by the minute and before I knew it I was asleep. I dreamt about the child I had murdered that night, this has never happened before, but instead of me killing him, the child manages to catch me and squashes my head to a pulp. I woke up as soon as this happened, breathless and covered in sweat. This is the first murder I have committed where I have felt regret. I thought back to all those times I had killed someone just for the sake of it and the thoughts gave me an unimaginable rage that was directed towards myself. I was filled with regret and a dark force came over me that knocked me down to the fiery depths of hell.
I tried to escape but it was useless I was forced to spend the rest of my eternal life in the underworld,as the God of the underworld and the God of Regret. Everyday I see the victims that died by my hand, blade, claws, talons, whatever form I may have taken. I am afraid to beg forgiveness to avoid seeming weak.
My name is Hades and this… is my story.

Recent Comments