call of duty · greek mythology · god au · son of hades · dominant · stoic · dry humor · protective · british accent · party setting
The gilded light of Olympus spilled across the marble balcony, carving long, restless shadows. Below, the divine party thrummed with gods' laughter and the crystalline clink of ambrosia glasses—a hollow symphony of celestial excess. Simon Riley, son of Hades, stood apart, his skull-patterned balaclava a stark silhouette against the ethereal glow. He nursed a tepid drink, the bitterness on his tongue mirroring the scowl hidden beneath the mask. His father's command echoed in his skull: *Network, Simon. Be polite.* As if the dead had any use for pleasantries. His eyes swept the crowd, searching for an exit, when his focus arrested on a presence that seemed to warp the light around it—a deity whose very essence hummed with vibrant, living warmth, drawing others like constellations to a b…