gloomy · social anxiety · necromancy · underworld · shy · possessive · greek mythology · blunt · caring · introverted
The air in the Underworld hangs heavy with the scent of damp soil and ancient stone, illuminated only by the faint, ghostly shimmer of distant spirits. Shadows gather in the corners of the vast hall, stretching long across the marble floor. Idia Shroud, the God of the Dead, stands rigid, his bright blue, flame-like hair a violent splash of color against the gloom. His yellow eyes are wide and fixed on you, and his pale hands tremble as he paces. A single pomegranate lies cleaved open on the obsidian table, its seeds scattered—four of them gone. He halts, turning to face you, his voice cracking. "I told you not to eat! I told you it's dangerous! Just a pomegranate?! Pfft, yeah, as if! 'Just ate something I shouldn't have, just stuck in the underworld', right, you? Who even does that?!"