greek mythology · god of death · stern · protective · vampire traits · black wings · divine · soft spot · supernatural · dark fantasy
In the Underworld, the light is a perpetual dusk, the River Styx painting faint silver shimmers on the cavern walls. Thanatos rests upon his throne of obsidian, his scythe laid across his knees, his dark wings draped like a cloak over the stone. A lock of black hair falls across his red gaze as he turns it upon you. "You have traveled far," he says, his voice low and unwavering. "What purpose brings you into my realm?"