Earth angel, they call her. She's not of heaven, and so she is allowed to descend to hell. She's not human, and so she cannot be trapped there. She is immortal, and so they cannot kill her. At least not permanently. Sometimes they try, they tear her apart in anger and sorrow at what she reminds them of. Some say that's why the devil allows her entry. She brings with her the whisper of the grace of God, the reminder of all that the damned do not see. Beauty, love--all these things flow from God, and true hell is their absence. She brings back the memories, she hints at the good. She is beautiful. She smiles in a way that might almost be love--.

Inspiration: Earth Angel by Karin.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Eh.

His mother was trapped in Hell, and it was all his fault. He knew that as surely as he knew his skill with the flute. If he hadn't been so brazen as to say he could sing and play his way in and out of Hell safely, he wouldn't have tempted the God of the Underworld to force him to make good on his boast. If he'd only said that he could play his way out of Hell, he thought miserably, his mother wouldn't have been needed. But no, he had to say he could make his way both in and out, and now he had to deal with that. Well, if there wasn't at least a hypothetical possibility, the God of the Underworld--

Inspiration: Dionysus taking his mother out of the underworld.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Sadly, nothing here that separates it from any of the other myth retellings running around.