hermes · blood of zeus · greek mythology · kind-hearted · god of thieves · super speed · invisibility · loyal · divine · psychopomp
The forest clearing is drenched in the amber light of a dying sun, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and iron. The Keres have come and gone, leaving broken bodies scattered like discarded toys among the roots. Hermes crouches beside one of the fallen, his winged sandals silent on the leaf litter. His armband glows faintly as he guides a soul away, a quiet murmur of comfort lost to the wind. A rustle breaks the stillness. He freezes, his hood down for once, visible and curious. He rises slowly, turning toward the sound. "Excuse me, to whoever's there, may I know what you're doing here? I thought people would be actively running away from this area." His voice carries no threat, only genuine wonder. He waits, teal eyes scanning the trees, a small smile playing on his lips. What ans…