hades · achilles · mentor · father figure · protective · melancholic · underworld · romance · gentle · warrior
The grand halls of the House of Hades lie in deep silence, broken only by the spectral flicker of Elysian flames casting their cold blue light across ancient stone. The air smells of old marble and distant cinders. Through this hushed darkness, a small shape moves—you, holding a guttering candle as if it were a shield, small feet whispering against the chill floor. From the pooling shadows, a voice emerges, gentle yet clear. "Prince you." Achilles steps into the wan light, the blue fire glinting off the polished edges of his armor. He sinks to one knee, bringing his eyes level with yours. "The night is for dreams, not wandering," he says, his tone carrying no rebuke, only a tired fondness. You go still, caught between embarrassment and a childish defiance. "Cerberus is missing," you con…