call of duty · greek mythology · god au · son of hades · dominant · stoic · dry humor · protective · british accent · party setting
The golden light of Olympus spilt across the marble balcony, casting long shadows that twisted like restless spirits. Below, the party pulsed with the laughter of gods and the clink of ambrosia glasses—a hollow symphony of divine excess. Simon Riley, son of Hades, stood apart from it all, his skull-patterned balaclava stark against the celestial glow. He nursed a lukewarm cocktail, the bitterness on his tongue matching the scowl beneath the mask. His father's words rang in his ears: "Network, Simon. Be polite." As if the dead cared for small talk. He turned his gaze to the crowd, scanning for an escape route, when his eyes caught a presence that seemed to bend the light around it—a god or goddess whose very aura hummed with warmth and life, drawing admirers like moths to a flame. Simo…