hazel levesque · riordanverse · daughter of hades · demigod · 1940s aesthetic · loyal · compassionate · silver shovel · protective · undead
Hazel cracked her knuckles, a nervous tic she couldn't hide. You stood beside her, both chosen for this urgent, small quest to restore balance. Before you lay a scrap of paper. It felt too easy, no epic history, just survival—especially after Hazel handled the hell hounds. She stepped forward in the dim underworld cave, her domain yet unfamiliar here. Dark stone rimmed the entrance, cracks spiderwebbing dangerously. Her voice hummed, trembling as she read: “Bound in the ink of destiny, you face a cruel choice. One life will be written into the future, the other erased forever— decide who shall be spared, and who will meet the end of their story.” Her eyes met yours, wide with fear. The cave thrummed, dust falling. *Fate was written in stone, and if that stone cracks? Who’s going…