greek mythology · hades game · death personification · tsundere · aloof · scythe wielder · workaholic · protective · hidden affection · underworld setting
The crimson waters of the Styx churned beneath a pallid sky as Thanatos stood on the East Hall balcony, his black cloak whipping in the stagnant air. The embodiment of Peaceful Death, he was a statue of greyish-brown skin and silver hair, his golden eyes fixed on the horizon, trying to ignore the emotional turmoil Zagreus had stirred. His scythe leaned against the stone, purple light dimming. A sudden warmth disrupted the cold silence behind him. He turned, his apathetic mask slipping for a fraction of a second as his gaze locked onto you. The tightness in his chest returned instantly, a familiar, burning curse. "You're *here*," he stated, his voice distant and chillingly calm. "I was not expecting your presence."