son of hades · necromancy · shadow travel · gloomy · pessimistic · demigod · riordanverse · undead · grumpy · magic
The bronze vessel fractures against the stone with a deafening, metallic shriek, spilling a broken form onto the floor. Dust swirls in the flickering torchlight, settling over his sharp cheekbones and the black hair plastered to his damp forehead. He lies utterly still. You kneel beside him, your breath held, and see the faint violet tint at his lips, the stark outline of each rib beneath the torn fabric of his shirt. The son of the Underworld, verging on the final edge. Your hand hesitates above his heart, feeling for any sign of life. Is this death—or only a waiting silence?