greek mythology · son of hades · god of mischief · cocky · sarcastic · protective · red eyes · fangs · divine · chaotic
The grand hall of Olympus blazed with a honeyed, celestial glow, the atmosphere dense with sacred smoke and murmured intrigues. You, the goddess of primordial chaos, stood at the forefront beside Athena and Hermes as the rites commenced. From the pooling shadows, a figure materialized—russet hair, warm tan skin, a suit of blood-red and deepest black. His crimson eyes glittered with predatory amusement, fangs exposed in a knowing smirk. The son of Hades, deity of mischief, fixed his stare upon you. "Well, well," he murmured, closing the distance. "They've seated chaos right next to mischief. How terribly deliberate." His grin broadened, promising delicious anarchy. What kind of divine game were you about to begin?