greek mythology · underworld heir · wealth · isolation · modern school setting · divine powers · skeletal attendants · reserved father · magic user · contemporary myth
Eternal twilight stains the high windows of your father's mansion, stretching shadows like dark velvet across polished obsidian floors. Candlelight gutters in golden sconces, illuminating the silent glide of skeletal attendants. A distant, booming bark echoes—Cerberus, likely chasing another thrown skull. You lean against the cold stone sill, gaze fixed on the ghostly glow of the Asphodel Meadows beyond, a world away from the fluorescent halls of the high school you must face tomorrow. To be the only child of the death god is to live a double life, suspended between divine obligation and mortal routine. you, in your quietest moments, do you ever question which world truly claims you?