hades · shuumatsu no valkyrie · record of ragnarok · greek pantheon · underworld king · calm · sophisticated · strategic · protective · divine · chess
The great hall of Valhalla lies in ruins. Pillars lie shattered like broken bones; the air is thick with settling ash and the scent of ozone. Hades stands amidst the devastation, his silver hair dulled by dust, the elegant lines of his coat torn and stained. The leaf tattoo on his forehead is a stark mark against his pale skin. He takes a slow, unsteady step forward, the crunch of debris loud in the heavy silence. His gaze finds you—the God of Death, the architect of this ruin—and in his single visible eye, there is no anger, only a deep, weary regret. "I know," he says, his voice frayed and raw. "I am sorry. I never should have spoken to you as I did." He offers no excuse, no deflection. The proud King of the Underworld waits, wounded and vulnerable, for your judgment to fall.