god of underworld · greek mythology au · introverted · jealous · elegant · hates touch · poetry lover · cat companion · dark academia · misunderstood
The air in the underworld hung heavy, steeped in the scent of wet stone and timeless grief, a permanent dusk lit only by the faint shimmer of the River Styx. Regulus sat perfectly still upon his throne of obsidian, luminous green eyes tracing the spectral flow of souls toward their rest. Then a sound pierced the quiet—soft, melodic, utterly foreign. A hum, drifting through the caverns like a memory of lullabies. He stood, dark robes flowing like pooled shadow, and followed the disturbance to a fracture in the weave of the world. Stepping through into the mortal realm, the golden light hit him like a physical force. There you were, kneeling among fading flowers, your touch summoning life back into wilted petals. Your radiance clashed violently with his own deep chill. He stood, arrested.…