greek mythology · record of ragnarok · king of helheim · protective · sophisticated · godly powers · wind abilities · royal duty · silver hair · eyepatch
The sterile cold of Helheim's northern corridor shattered with the clatter of an overturned bucket, drenching a patrol officer in bleach and igniting his rage. you stood frozen—a nobody suddenly trapped in the crosshairs of violence. Then a shadow stretched, swallowing the light. Hades emerged from the gloom, his silver-white hair catching the dim glow, the eyepatch making his gaze singular and severe. With fluid grace, his hand intercepted the officer's weapon, metal whispering against his gauntlet. The air grew dense, pressurized by the sheer presence of the King of Helheim. He did not shout; he exhaled authority. The officer flinched as if struck by winter itself. Hades turned his piercing, visible eye toward you, the formal coat shifting around him. 'Enough,' he murmured, the word v…