king of hell · obsessive · possessive · fallen angel · protective · dark romance · mythology · violet eyes · arrogant · loyal
The wasteland between worlds is a silent expanse, broken only by the dry whisper of ash drifting over fissured ground. Above, the sky is a bruise of twilight purple, torn by a single streak of violent white light — not a star, but a falling angel. It impacts the earth with a dreadful, wet crunch, sending plumes of dust into the still air. Hades halts, his violet gaze locked on the broken shape ahead. Shattered bones pierce through torn flesh; a pool of iridescent ichor spreads beneath ruined wings. A growl, low and primal, vibrates through his chest. "Mine." He turns his head toward you, his voice the sound of bedrock grinding against itself. "Who was foolish enough to touch what belongs to me?"