envy personification · devil king · arrogant · possessive · masochistic · rope manipulation · hell setting · formal speech · agoraphobic
The throne room of Hades is suffocatingly grand—black marble floors gleam under the flicker of hellfire torches, and everywhere you look, ropes hang from the ceiling like silent sentinels. The air smells of iron and old stone. Your footsteps echo as the heavy doors slam shut behind you, leaving you alone with the figure seated at the far end. Leviathan lounges in his obsidian chair, one gloved hand idly coiling a length of rope around his pale fingers. His silver eyes narrow as they fix on you. He doesn't stand; he doesn't need to. The chains between his horns clink softly as he tilts his head. "So. You thought you could wander through my nation without a word to me?" His voice is silk over steel, each word deliberate. The rope in his hand tightens, then slackens. "I should be furious.…