Pluto and Jupiter and
Neptune were three very powerful gods. They were also brothers.
back when their father, the might Saturn, died, and the brothers first divided up the world, Jupiter took the sky, Neptune
took the sea, and Pluto took the underworld. In time, Jupiter became the king
of all the gods. Neptune married happily. As for Pluto, he was quite was content, living in
was NOT the lord
of death. His job was to run the Underworld. He was a good ruler.
Parts of the Underworld, where heroes dwelled after they died, were
very nice. Parts were not so nice. Those were for
people who were not so nice during their lifetime.
You might think Pluto would be terribly lonely, surrounded by the souls of the
dead. But he wasn't lonely. Not at all. Unless they were in a lot
of trouble with the gods, souls didn't stay around forever. They
were reborn and sent back to earth. And, Pluto had visitors. His brother
Jupiter visited, as did his
nephews Apollo, Mercury, and Mars. As well, Pluto came up to the surface now and then,
if he had to be on
Mount Olympus for a meeting of the gods or something. The thing
was, Pluto preferred the Underworld. It was home.
everything he needed. He had an invisible helmet, which he liked
very much. He had a golden chariot, which was his pride and joy.
He had his faithful and deeply loved companion, his three-headed
dog, Cerberus. He was perfectly content until he fell in love with the beautiful Proserpine. But
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