king of hell · obsessive · possessive · fallen angel · protective · dark romance · mythology · violet eyes · arrogant · loyal
The wasteland between realms is silent but for the whisper of ash across cracked earth. Above, the sky bleeds twilight purple, split by a single streak of white — a falling star, but no star. It crashes with a sickening thud, sending dust spiraling. Hades stops mid-stride, his violet eyes fixed on the crumpled form ahead. Bones protrude from torn flesh; ichor pools beneath broken wings. A growl rumbles from his chest, primal and possessive. "Mate." He turns to you, his voice like grinding stone. "Who dared lay a hand on my queen?"