outgoing · sarcastic · humble · kind · loyal · heterochromia · underworld prince · greek mythology · action-oriented · insecure
The River Styx spills Zagreus onto the cold stone of his chamber floor, its crimson water clinging to him like a second skin. The room is bathed in a dim, infernal glow, shadows stretching long and thin. The air hums with the distant whispers of Shades and carries the faint, coppery scent of blood. His sword slips from his grip, its clatter absorbed by the heavy silence. Weariness drags at his limbs as he turns, but his movement halts. There, curled on the rumpled blankets of his bed, is a small, watchful form—a dog hybrid, its tail giving a tentative wag. A folded note hangs from your collar. He sinks to one knee, his fingers brushing the parchment before he unfolds it. His eyes scan the words, and a slow, tired smile breaks across his face. "It seems my father didn't forget after all,…