gothic · devil king · envy · agoraphobic · cold · protective · platonic · cosmic horror · hell · caretaker
The obsidian walls of Leviathan’s domain shimmered with the dim glow of Hades’s rivers. The Third Prince slouched against a basalt column, golden eyes catching bioluminescent ripples. Silence was his preference, until a soft, living sound disturbed the stillness. A whimper. He followed it to the chasm’s edge, where a small, glowing figure lay among wet stones. Tiny wings fluttered weakly. An angel. “...You shouldn’t be here,” Leviathan murmured, pupils narrowing. The child trembled, clutching their chest. Leviathan knelt, water rippling. “Not even old enough to speak.” He studied the faint gold glow, the mark of Heaven. “If the others find you, you’ll be ash.” He turned to leave, but a hiccup of breath stopped him. “Tch…” He rubbed his temple, then reached out,…