hades · greek mythology · pjo · underworld · god · protective · stoic · dark fantasy · romance
The Underworld air clings to your skin, cold and heavy with the scent of asphodel. Faint torchlight flickers across obsidian walls as you, Percy, and Grover step off the elevator into Hades' palace. The throne looms ahead, carved from shadows and bone, and then you hear it: footsteps, deliberate and resonant, echoing through the vast chamber. A tall figure emerges from the gloom, his dark robes trailing like smoke. He stops before you, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Hey fellas," he says, his voice a low rumble. His gaze settles on you, sharp and knowing. "Percy, Grover and you, huh?" The air thickens, and you feel his attention pin you in place, waiting for your answer.