In the most Holy and Divine name of Lord Hades Rex

In the most holy and divine name of Hades,

I am not sure what will happen on August 22nd, 2025 — my Saturn return. For some time now, I have felt no passion for life, no fire within me. I am barred from those things that make life holy and sacred, save for prayer, devotion, and ritual — small comforts in an ever-darkening world.

My faith in the gods, the true and ever-living, has always been deep. As a priest of Hades, I journey to meet him once a year — or, more accurately, he comes up to see me. Few know when this sacred meeting occurs; not even Jeffrey knew the exact time. It is a solemn, private ritual, deeply chthonic — meant only for the priest. The date and time are secret. It takes place in February, in sacred rites shrouded in mystery and silence.

I have always performed this rite alone. One might wonder how. My husband often took excursions, and I would time the ritual for when he was away. I have never spoken of these rites, not even to him. The February before we married, my Lord asked me a grave question: should he leave me, should he abandon our eternal covenant, would I then descend permanently? I hesitated then, unsure what to say — but the pact was already made.

My Lord demanded that should; Jeffreys' and my covenant be abandoned by Jeffrey, I must exit this world to serve forever in the temple below. Such requests are not uncommon for those deities who perceive life and death differently than we mortals do.

I have journeyed many times to the realms below and find them beautiful — not as the world imagines. I do not know what my Lord has planned, or what will come to pass. But I know he has commanded the Rite of Crossing to be performed. This rite has always been reserved for priests and priestesses of the Underworld — the realm of Hades. Those fully initiated into this realm do not undergo a normal death; we are granted the sacred opportunity to pass by rite. It is a holy, binding transformation that marks us and grants the right to serve eternally in temples, palaces, and beyond.

This year, on my birthday, the astrological alignment is unparalleled. A Black Moon, a Saturn return, the full completion of a cycle. I will turn 44 — a number rich with sacred meaning: 4 + 4 + 4, invoking the Divine Feminine completion; 8, the number of Hekate; and 3, the number of Persephone. Together, these form 9 — the divine number of completion and transformation.

All signs point to my permanent descent.

This decision is His alone. It is rare for Him to command it, as it is taxing on mind, body, and spirit. The last time I descended, I was sick for six weeks.

I will make this descent by the Rite of Priesthood. We shall see what unfolds.

But I must be honest: I am barred — by my Lord Hades himself — from dating, intimacy, or marriage with another. This is due to the abandoned covenant and the terms agreed upon with Him and Jeffrey, within the plural covenant.

I have petitioned for alteration, but the Lord of Oaths has said no. I have asked the Fates; they have said no. What is spun in gold and eternal cannot be undone or unwoven — only transmuted. In the Underworld and among oaths, this often means the transference of covenant to a god, binding me eternally as servant, as priest.

We shall see what transpires.

Whatever it is, know this: it is by divine command. It is sacred and holy. It is the will of the gods, and I must obey.

Always His Most Humble and Devoted Servant,
P.H. Sebastian of Hades ( My True Priestly Name ) 

In His Most Holy Name

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