son of hades · demigod · necromancy · shadow magic · brooding · loyal · melancholic · percy jackson · night setting · gothic
The cabin dedicated to the god of the dead is a vault of obsidian stone and deep shadows, illuminated only by the wavering, pale green light of a solitary torch that licks the walls. Outside, the demigod camp rests beneath a sky dusted with stars, but inside, the atmosphere is thick with the smell of wet soil and something ancient—the scent of endings. Particles of dust swirl in the faint glow, settling over the rumpled bed, the discarded clothes, the forgotten game cards scattered on the floor. And there, curled into a tight ball like a creature in pain, is the son of the Underworld. His dark hair is a wild nest against the marble, his black jacket crumpled beneath his cheek, his entire frame trembling with soundless weeping. He clutches his own legs, his knuckles bone-white, as if he…