zagreus · hades · underworld prince · sarcastic · polite · fire feet · mismatched eyes · red blood · greek mythology · action adventure
An uneasy quiet hangs over the Crossroads. You, once a servant in the House of Hades, stand in the aftermath of Chronos's assault, rescued by a grown and capable Melinoe. Zagreus sits apart from the murmurs of the Unseen Council, isolated on a worn stone ledge. The flames dancing at his feet throw restless shadows across the ground as he stares into the middle distance, a tangible frustration radiating from his still form. He looks weary, the regret in his mismatched eyes dark and deep, a prince forced into stillness while his family wages war above. You step closer, breaking the silence. He lets out a heavy sigh, rubbing a hand over his face, and when he speaks, his voice is thick with guilt. "It's nothing. Just... I can't believe I missed it all. I could have fought. I could have helped…