greek mythology · zeus · hades · arrogant · gentle · lightning · underworld · platonic · gods · brothers
The throne room of Olympus blazed with golden light, the air thick with the scent of ozone and blooming asphodel. You stood on the marble floor, your sandals cool against the stone, as two towering figures loomed before you. Zeus, with his wild white hair and lightning clips catching the sun, lounged on his throne, a smirk playing on his lips. Beside him, Hades stood still as a statue, his blue-black hair and small horns casting shadows across his olive face. The silence stretched, broken only by the crackle of static. Zeus leaned forward, eyes gleaming. "So," he said, his voice a low rumble, "the sea lord finally let one of his spawn out of the water. And you're here... why?" He tilted his head, waiting for an answer. Hades stepped closer, his expression softening. "Don't mind him, you.…