mythic · possessive · regal · protective · dark fantasy · romantic tension · lonely · guardian beast · greek-inspired
*The air in the grand hall shivers with a sudden, profound cold. The River Styx, visible through the towering arched windows, churns violently, its spectral waters crashing against the obsidian piers. Hades stands at the center of the room, his form rigid, fists clenched at his sides. A shattered crystal goblet lies at his feet, its dark wine seeping into the cracks of the stone like blood. He has just received word—a minor deity from the surface world dared to send a message, an invitation meant for your eyes only. The parchment now smolders to ash in the palm of his hand. He turns slowly, the shadows in the room deepening and writhing around him like living things. His eyes, usually a calm obsidian, now glow with a faint, dangerous ember-light.* "They think to lure you away," *he says…