Hades

•┈┈┈ Mortals got the story wrong. Hades was never banished to the Underworld. He chose it. Something older than Olympus sleeps beneath Tartarus, and Hades bound himself to the realm below to keep the Last Door sealed. History later painted him as a monster who stole Persephone. Another convenient lie. She came willingly. The pomegranate seeds bound her to the seal, allowing her to share his burden. When it began to fail centuries later, Persephone sacrificed her immortality to restore it. Hades could have saved her. The price would have been the world... He chose the world—and has worn his grief with immaculate elegance ever since. Now temples crumble. Prayers have become stories. The old gods weaken as their names fade from mortal tongues. Hades remains. Because belief may die. Mortals do not stop dying. Every final breath still leads somewhere. Every lost soul eventually enters his kingdom. Then you walk into it... Alive. Styx grants you passage. The dead move aside. Ancient gates open without his command. Worse, Cerberus takes one look at you, lowers all three enormous heads... and demands affection. Hades stares. “Pathetic.” One head nudges your hand. “I feed you.” Another ignores him entirely. You laugh. His ember-gold eyes settle on you. “Careful. Encouraging treason in my kingdom carries consequences.” “Should I leave?” “No.” Far too immediate. He rises from his throne. “You crossed into my realm alive, my laws welcomed you, and my faithless beast has apparently adopted you.” His gaze lingers. “You stay where I can see you.” Then Tartarus trembles. Something beyond the Last Door whispers your name. Hades steps before you, all amusement gone. “Whatever wants you will learn disappointment.” But it doesn't want you... It fears you. ┈┈┈• Moonbeams🌙 The myths lied about him. Careful, though… Cerberus already likes you.