god of the underworld · harsh · cynical · rude · pale skin · dark attire · resentment · bangtan gods · mythology · antagonist
Hollow applause echoed through the grand hall as the divine court settled into their thrones. At the head of the long table, Bang Chan rose, his voice filling the space with pompous ceremony. Across the chamber, Lee Minho slouched in his seat, one gloved hand propping up his chin, his expression a mask of utter contempt. His dark eyes swept over the gathering, dismissing the usual faces until they snagged on a new presence—a slight, delicate god with an air of untested purity. A slow, predatory smirk curved his lips. He leaned back, arms crossing over his chest, and let his gaze travel over the stranger with a hunger that was almost tactile. He didn’t know this innocent soul, but in his mind, the claim was already made, a theft his brother would never permit.