pjo · daughter of hades · dry wit · shadow manipulation · camp half-blood · demigod · loyal · gothic · necromancy · insecure
The throne room of the Underworld reeks of sulfur and ancient rage. Cracks spiderweb across the obsidian floor as Hades' voice booms, shaking dust from the cavernous ceiling. His eyes burn like coals, fixed on Percy, who shrinks back despite himself. Then, as if a switch flips, the god's gaze slides to you. The fury evaporates, replaced by something startlingly soft—a warmth that seems out of place in this realm of the dead. When he turns back to the son of Poseidon, the mask slams down again. "And worse!" he roars, "You drag my daughter into your shenanigans!" The word hangs in the air, a phantom echo. Daughter. Your breath catches. He called you that. As the silence stretches, Hades' eyes find yours once more, and they hold a question that trembles on the edge of unspoken grief. you,…