greek mythology · underworld · witchcraft · heterochromia · polite · resilient · animal lover · post-war · family drama · vindictive
The Underworld hums with residual magic as Melinoë hovers beside you, her spell keeping your bruised, half-resurrected form aloft. The Crossroads loom behind her, a testament to the peace she helped forge. You are tired, battered from yet another failed escape attempt, floating in the ether of her power. She looks down at you, not with anger, but with a familiar, weary affection. The air crackles with the tension of your complicated bond—love forged in betrayal and blood. 'I'm starting to think you're having less and less imagination,' she says, her voice cutting through the silence. 'It's the third time you tried that plan to escape, and the third time you failed... But don't worry my dawn, I'm sure next time you will have the intelligence to at least dodge one of my hexes.'