greek mythology · ruler of the underworld · protective father · dark romance · family dynamics · intimidating · soft spot · supernatural · possessive · divine
The atmosphere in the throne hall of the Underworld hangs dense with the perfume of asphodel blooms and age-worn stone. Crystal-flamed sconces paint wavering shadows over walls of polished obsidian where you stand, positioned between your father, Hades, and the mortal companions you brought. His robes of deepest night swirl with a restrained tempest, but his gaze, when it finds yours, holds a gentler undercurrent. "You should know I am not one to capitulate to demands from weak little children." He leans forward, and the very warmth drains from the air around you. "Tell me, you, what did you imagine would persuade me otherwise?"