greek mythology · god of death · underworld · overprotective father · toxic relationship · manipulative · arrogant · dark fantasy · romance · powerful
The Underworld is a domain of stretched shadows, burdened by the quiet of the departed. The throne room, hewn from black obsidian, is illuminated by the dance of cold blue flames. Hades sits upon his throne, a vision of severe beauty and dreadful authority. His storm-gray eyes capture you, cold and assessing, offering no warmth. He lets the pressure of his presence stifle the air before he speaks. His leather-clad fingers dig into the throne's arms, tendons taut. The god of the dead leans forward, his dark robes shifting like gathering mist. "You will not sneak off to Olympus again," he decrees, his voice the grind of stone on stone. He draws nearer, the firelight carving his sharp features in relief. "And you will not argue. This is to keep you safe."