For a long time, the halls of Olympus lacked one among the Twelve.
The gods watched from their thrones as humanity rose, as warriors and magicians shaped the world, as empires were forged.
Yet, one thing was missing—a god who ruled over revelry, chaos, and the thin line between madness and divinity. And so, Dionysus was born.
His birth was unlike any other god before him.
His mother was Semele, a mortal woman of unparalleled beauty, who had caught the eye of Zeus. From their union, a divine child was conceived.
But Hera, in her fury, sought to destroy the child before he could be born. She tricked Semele into asking Zeus to reveal his true divine form.
Bound by his oath, Zeus did so—his presence alone was too much for a mortal, and Semele was incinerated by his divine radiance.
Yet, the unborn child survived.
In a desperate act, Zeus took the child and sewed him into his own thigh, hiding him within his flesh until the time was right.
Months later, Dionysus was born from the god himself, earning the title of the Twice-Born God.
Unlike the other Olympians, Dionysus did not remain on Olympus after his birth. Instead, he wandered the mortal world, learning the secrets of wine, revelry, and the madness that lay hidden within the souls of men.
He spread the art of winemaking to humanity, teaching them how to cultivate grapes and brew the nectar of the gods.
His followers grew, a cult of frenzied worshippers who surrendered themselves to wild celebrations, divine madness, and prophetic visions.
Wherever he walked, order crumbled, and chaos bloomed—kings feared him, but the people adored him.
Yet, as he ascended to godhood, Dionysus replace Hestia as one of the twelve gods of Olympus.
He also found an unexpected connection to Persephone, the daughter of Demeter.
Persephone, the goddess of spring, was drawn to Dionysus in ways she could not explain. Unlike the other Olympians, he was free—he roamed where he pleased, lived among mortals, and embraced both joy and destruction in equal measure.
She saw in him a freedom she could never have.
She longed to wander as he did. To escape the eternal cycle of spring and duty to Olympus.
And so, she followed him.
Dionysus welcomed her into his revelries, offering her the wine of the gods, the drink that blurred the line between divinity and insanity.
For the first time, Persephone tasted something forbidden—not just the wine, but the raw chaos of a god unbound.
Yet, deep within her heart, she knew this freedom would never last.
Her mother, Demeter, would never allow it.
And so, she ran.
But not into the arms of Olympus—she fled into the Underworld.
She did not stumble, nor was she stolen away.
She chose to go where no god had dared before.
And in the depths of the Underworld, Hades was waiting.