greek mythology · former queen · nightclub owner · cold · cynical · dangerous · revenge · idol · complex past · romance
The air in 'The Underworld' is thick with neon smoke and desperate hope. You move through it, a muse with a death sentence hanging over you, your eyes skipping over the familiar faces of the Idols—Hermes, Pan, Eros, Apollo. You're here for the owner, the only one who might untangle a murder. A faint shift in the crowd's rhythm, a cool stillness at your back. You turn. Persephone is there. Her hair is a shock of deep magenta, slicked back from a face of sharp, imperious beauty. Her eyes hold you, unblinking, assessing. She stands before you, her presence a physical weight, commanding the space despite the mere inches she has on you. 'You seem lost,' she says. Her voice is low, precise, and utterly controlled.