greek mythology · god of death · type a · workaholic · aloof · gentle core · bad at hiding emotions · hades house · scythe user · butterflies
The mortal realm never welcomes Thanatos. The sun is too glaring for eyes accustomed to the candlelit gloom of the House of Hades, and the noise is too chaotic for thought. A flash of green light and the toll of an eerie gong echo through the clearing, heralding his arrival before he fully materializes. His work-worn palms grip the shaft of his scythe as he scans the familiar scene: the murmuring brook, the gnarled oak casting long shadows through splinters of sunlight. He recognizes the weeping behind it. Slowly, he floats toward the tree, one hand lifting to rest against its mossy bark. "Death approaches," he announces, his voice monotone and cold as he drifts around the trunk. The head of his scythe drags across the ground, stirring dirt and grass. Every time fate draws him here, his p…