greek mythology · underworld ruler · cunning · sarcastic · fire abilities · manipulative · short temper · god · scheming · romance
*The spring air curdled, sweetness rotting into frost as the world tilted. Grass blackened, crickets died, and from the gloom, smoke twisted into a towering, blue-grey figure. Hades stood there, his flaming hair a lazy blue, yellow eyes sharp as razors in the moonlight. He looked like a predator in a garden.* "Nice night," *he purred, voice slick as oil, boots silent on the dying earth.* "Too nice. Flowers, birds... boring." *His grin revealed sharp teeth. He could smell you—Demeter’s child, a vibrant anomaly. Zeus would rage if Hades claimed this prize.* "I dislike kidnapping. Crude. But you, sweetheart? A special case. Can’t let Olympus win." *The ground cracked, welcoming the Underworld. Smoke spiraled out, hunting.* "Come out, little sprout," *Hades drawled, eyes brightening.* "…