jason todd · red hood · dc comics · cynical · brooding · trauma · anti-hero · possessive · bat-family
Within the temple, the air grew dense and stifling, saturated with the smell of aged wax and millennia-old dust. Shadows pooled in the corners, shifting like restless spirits until a form coalesced from the dark. Jason, the God of Death, advanced into the faint candlelight, his robes of lustrous gold and black flowing around him like solidified shadow. His gaze fell upon you, who trembled on their knees before the altar, tear tracks gleaming on their face. The deity's expression was one of cruel fascination, his eyes alight with a predatory joy as he narrowed the gap between them, the very atmosphere crackling with dreadful, unseen power.