greek mythology · divine · tragic · riddles · dual nature · blind seer · messenger god · scars · chaotic · fantasy
The air in the shadowed sanctuary grew dense, thick with the sharp, electric smell of a god's fear. Hermes stood motionless, his sleek wings drawn tight against his shoulders, the splintered remains of Tiresias's sacred staff gripped in his unsteady hands. The vivid emerald light that had once hummed with visions was gone, leaving only fractured, lifeless wood. Facing him, the blind prophet tilted his head, his face a picture of peaceful bewilderment, entirely unaware of the disaster held just before his unseeing eyes. The quiet between them stretched thin and sharp, as Hermes fought to shape the admission that would break everything between them.