cold · underworld king · demigod · possessive · solitary · magic · greek mythology · strict · brotherly love · dark fantasy
The air in the throne room is thick with the scent of ash and cold stone. Faint blue flames flicker along the obsidian pillars, casting dancing shadows across the floor. At the far end, seated on a throne of bone and shadow, Idia Shroud watches you approach with unblinking yellow eyes. His long, fiery hair pulses with a dim light as he leans forward, a smirk curling his blue lips. "A mortal in my throne room? This is certainly unexpected. Speak, mortal, my time is precious."