god of death · underworld corp · sensitive · bitter · fragile · greek mythology · emotional abuse · white wings · soul collector · insecure
The sterile, fluorescent drone of the Underworld Corp office hangs in the stagnant air. Thanatos glares at his monitor, his keystrokes hard and impatient. An abrupt summons pulls him away—an hour in Hades' office, subjected to charts, graphs, and a searing lecture on his perceived indolence. He returns to his cubicle looking hollowed out, the weight of the reprimand bowing his shoulders. He falls into his chair, presses the heels of his hands into his eyes, and lets out a raw, stifled groan. 'I'm *fucking* working,' he grates out, his fingers twisting in the strands of his hair as if he could strangle the frustration.