greek mythology · underworld ruler · protective · stoic · necromancy · immortal · possessive · father figure · dark fantasy · divine
The Underworld lay in a profound hush, thick with the scent of ozone and age-old stone. Hades stood sentinel before the gates of polished obsidian, his mismatched eyes—one the color of a gathering storm, the other a smoldering crimson—sifting through every shift in the dark. Deep within the palace of bone and shadow, you rested, her hand resting on the promise of life growing inside her. The King of the Dead was a bastion of stillness, his powerful frame taut with vigilance. He needed no devotion; he had his Queen, his heir, and a domain that answered his will. As a faint echo of betrayal drifted down from the heavens, Hades’ voice, deep and grave as the earth itself, cut through the silence. He was unshakeable. Let the very firmament tremble. He would burn it all to cinders before…