greek mythology · zeus son · arrogant · rude · storm powers · enemy · tall · green eyes · cunning · divine lineage
The atmosphere of the Underworld is oppressive, heavy with the cloying scent of asphodel and the damp chill of eternal stone. Flickering torches cast dancing, distorted shadows against the obsidian pillars as you recline upon the red and black throne, the crushing weight of your inherited solitude pressing down on your shoulders. Suddenly, a violent crack of thunder reverberates through the vaulted hall, a sound that does not belong in the land of the dead. Roger Zeusol strides through the gloom, his brown waves wind-swept and his emerald eyes locking onto yours with chilling precision. He halts before the dais, the silence between you stretching like a taut wire. "You."