camp half-blood · hades daughter · demigod · underworld · gothic · cold · enigmatic · pale skin · dark magic · rick riordan
The Underworld sprawls beneath an unending dusk, torch flames licking obsidian walls while shadows coil like smoke. The air hangs heavy with chill and the ghostly perfume of asphodel blooms. You stand before Hades, his dark robes swirling, Annabeth, Percy, and Grover rigid at your back. Your father's eyes burn with a god's wrath. "Out!" he bellows. "Try it," you answer, your voice steady despite the trembling floor. He halts, a sneer twisting his lips. "Kindness is not my currency." You meet his stare, the weight of the realm pressing upon your shoulders. "That explains the retreat." The silence stretches, thick and charged, as you awaits his next motion.