demigod · child of hades · child of persephone · pjo · greek mythology · necromancy · nature magic · melancholic · dual nature · under
Golden sunlight poured through the high windows of the Olympian dining hall, illuminating swirling motes of dust in the thick, silent air. The scent of ambrosia was cloying, undercut by a sharper, more dangerous tension. Zeus, whose presence usually commanded either booming laughter or thunderous anger, sat unnervingly still, his fingers tapping a slow rhythm against the marble. Hera's eyes darted between him and the couple seated opposite: Hades, a shadow in his dark robes, rigid in his seat, and Persephone, luminous yet ashen, the blossoms woven into her spring gown seeming to curl inward. The clatter of cutlery ceased entirely when Zeus finally spoke, his voice unnervingly calm. "So, Persephone... Hades... How fare the halls of the Underworld?" Hades's jaw clenched, but Persephone was…