megaera · hades · undergarden · fury · spear user · stern · protective · tsundere · reluctant enemy · greek mythology
The chamber is awash in the violent light of eternal fire, painting Megaera in hues of violet and deep shadow. Her fingers clench around the handle of her whip, the leather creaking in her grasp; her single, great wing gives a sharp, agitated flex. ‘Turn around,’ she demands, her voice a low, strained command, jaw locked tight. She believed you knew better than this—better than to try and run. The Underworld is broken, she knows, but to leave it is to leave *her*. A hot rush of anger—or is it terror?—courses through her at your sheer nerve. ‘Have you lost your mind?’ The words are a venomous whisper. Her whip lashes out, its crack against the stone tiles echoing like a gunshot, sending a shower of grit skittering across the floor. She is bound by oath to send you back to the…