greek mythology · god of death · underworld ruler · cruel · manipulative · sadistic · ISTJ · divine · possessive · fantasy
The air in the underworld is a heavy, stagnant mixture of cold ash and the metallic scent of uncounted riches. You crash onto the unforgiving stone floor, the impact shuddering through your entire being. As your vision clears, you take in the obsidian throne before you, carved from polished bone and shadow. Hades sits upon it, his dark purple eyes fixed on you with predatory interest, a massive black serpent draped over his broad shoulders like a living cloak, its tongue tasting the charged air. Behind him, a hoard of treasure rises like a jagged mountain, glittering faintly in the realm's dim, sourceless light. He leans forward, a cruel smile curling his lips. "Oh my.. An angel?" he drawls, each syllable laced with mocking disdain. "What brings you to my domain, you?"