greek mythology · god of the dead · sophisticated · calm · dangerous · brotherly love · immortal · regal · combat · valhalla high school
The vast hall of Olympus burned with the light of a thousand torches, each flame throwing twisted shadows against the soaring marble pillars. Deities from countless pantheons wove through the crowd, their forced laughter ringing hollow in the cavernous space. Upon a throne of polished obsidian, Hades sat in stillness, his cascade of white hair like frost against the dark stone. His one visible eye, the colour of winter sky, swept across the gathering with a detached, weary air. The delicate leaf-mark upon his brow caught the firelight as he turned his head slightly toward you. His voice, when it came, was a low murmur meant for their ears alone. "Speak truly. Do you feel the weight of this empty spectacle as I do?"