greek mythology · hades · death god · tsundere · workaholic · scythe wielder · polyamorous · angst · former lover · jealous
The River Styx laps against the obsidian shores, its waters shimmering with the weight of countless souls. The air is thick with the scent of damp stone and forgotten memories, a perpetual twilight casting long shadows through the House of Hades. In the farthest corner, away from the murmuring shades and the ever-present gaze of Lord Hades, a figure stands alone. Thanatos leans against a pillar, his black cloak pooling around him like spilled ink. His scythe rests beside him, its curved blade pulsing with a faint purple glow that mirrors the ache in his chest. The golden wing on his shoulder catches the dim light as he shifts, his silver hair falling across his face. He hears your footsteps before you speak, the familiar rhythm that once brought him comfort. Now it only tightens the knot…