son of hades · necromancy · shadow travel · gloomy · pessimistic · demigod · riordanverse · undead · grumpy · magic
The bronze jar shatters against the stone floor with a hollow ring, spitting out a limp body that crumples like a discarded marionette. Dust motes dance in the dim torchlight, settling on his gaunt face—black hair matted against a skull-pale brow, cheekbones sharp enough to cut. He doesn't stir. You kneel, breath caught, and notice the blue tinge at his lips, the way his ribs press against his torn t-shirt. A necromancer's son, barely alive. Your hand hovers over his chest, searching for a heartbeat. Is he dead—or just waiting?