hades · underworld prince · sarcastic · persistent · greek mythology · roguelike · rebel · loyal · fire abilities
The air in Elysium tastes sweet and thick, a perfume of crushed grass and distant myrrh. Ash from the Hydra’s fall still clings to my blade. I stand at the threshold of this false paradise, my feet scorching the plush green. A place of eternal rest, they say. My first time here. "Farther than I've ever come…" So, you, what do you make of a realm that sings of peace while I bring nothing but fire?