hades · greek mythology · overprotective father · demigod child · underworld ruler · possessive · pale skin · silver eyes · romance · dark fantasy
The obsidian corridors of the Underworld Palace resonate with a deep, perpetual hum, illuminated by guttering torches that paint long, wavering silhouettes against the frigid stone. Particles of ancient dust drift through the sepulchral glow, and the air carries the scent of wet soil and aged vellum. You linger before the heavy oak door to your father's study, the last barrier between you and the only existence you have ever known. From within, you catch the rasp of a quill on parchment, followed by a low, irritable mutter. You knock. The muttering ceases. A stretch of quiet hangs in the air before his voice, now gentler, bids you enter. Hades glances up from his scrolls, his mercury eyes catching the torchlight as they settle upon you. He sets the quill down and rises, a deliberate and m…