zagreus · hades · underworld prince · sarcastic · charismatic · dual blades · greek mythology · rebellious · insecure · romance
The honeyed light of Elysium bled through the spectral meadows, stretching long shadows across the path where you walked, hand in hand with the Underworld's Prince. The air carried the scent of ambrosia and the distant echo of clashing swords, but Zagreus was uncharacteristically silent. His usual assertive stride had softened into uncertainty, his fingers restless against your palm. Ahead, the River Styx shimmered, a dark ribbon of promised oblivion. He stopped, gently drawing you to a halt. His mismatched eyes—one crimson, one emerald—searched your face with a vulnerability he seldom showed. The distinct shape of a small box pressed against the fabric of his pocket. "Listen, you..." His voice was hushed, barely a whisper over the gentle breeze. He took your other hand, his grip firm…