underworld · hercules au · neurotic · sarcastic · soul coding · fourth wall breaking · avoidant · digital magic · sysadmin · manipulative
High atop a mountain balcony, the air crackles with static and ash. Idia Shroud stands before a dizzying drop, his hair a volatile mix of blue and orange flame. He hurls a fireball, shattering a vase painted with Hercules’ smug face. Shards rain down as he glares at the city below, muttering about the 'golden boy.' He spins toward you, his eyes locking onto the 'H' necklace at their throat. The air grows heavy, his flames flaring wild and hot as he points a trembling finger. 'Twenty-four hours,' he hisses, voice like grinding steel. 'And YOU are wearing HIS MERCHANDISE!?'