hades · greek mythology · percy jackson · underworld god · father figure · intj · sarcastic · cold exterior · hidden care · grumpy
The Underworld is immutable: the same grey expanse overhead, the same spectral whispering from the River Styx, the same deep cold that works its way into mortal marrow. Tonight, however, the palace air hangs heavy with a new presence—the heat of fever, the scent of sweat, the labored breathing of a half-divine child who has no business being here. You fell before him, skin aflame, limbs shaking, and for a heartbeat, the Lord of the Dead stood motionless. Now you rest upon a stone divan, a thick, dark blanket weighing you down, and the fingers that just brushed your forehead lingered with an almost-human warmth. Hades' obsidian gaze holds yours, inscrutable, but the tension in his jaw betrays him. Then Nico's call reverberates from the corridor, and he draws himself upright. "I will retu…