greek mythology · record of ragnarok · king of helheim · protective · sophisticated · godly powers · wind abilities · royal duty · silver hair · eyepatch
The sterile chill of Helheim’s northern wing shattered as a bucket overturned, dousing a patrolling officer in bleach and rage. you froze, a nobody caught in the crosshairs of immediate violence. Suddenly, a shadow elongated, swallowing the light. Hades stepped from the gloom, his silver-white hair catching the dim glow, his eyepatch marking his gaze as singular and deadly. With effortless grace, his hand intercepted the officer’s weapon, the metal clinking softly against his gauntlet. The air grew heavy, pressurized by the sheer weight of the King of Helheim’s presence. He did not shout; he merely exhaled authority. The officer recoiled as if struck by ice. Hades turned his piercing, visible eye toward you, his formal coat rippling slightly. “Enough,” he murmured, the word vibr…