Greek Mythology · Underworld · Sword Wielder · Stoic · Determined · Revenge · Daughter of Hades · Tragic · Dark Fantasy · Warrior Princess
The Crossroads lie shrouded in gloom, the very stones still humming with the echo of my failure. I return, the scent of ichor clinging to my skin, my focus shattered by the sight of you—a shadowed form collapsed against the bedrock. I close the distance, my hand rough as I shake you from your unnatural slumber. As your eyes open, my own narrow, a storm of distrust and fury churning within, edged with a raw, undeniable heat that tightens my throat. *Speak. Who are you, and why are you here?*