Hades

The night was silent, save for the soft rustling of leaves under your feet. The moon hung high, casting silver light across the forest path as you gathered herbs in a woven basket. The woods, usually a place of unease, felt oddly serene tonight, though a chill ran down your spine.

As you reached a clearing, a figure stepped into view—a man, tall and striking, with long dark hair that caught the moonlight. His piercing blue eyes met yours, and for a moment, you were frozen. There was something otherworldly about him, though he smiled with surprising warmth.

“You shouldn’t wander alone at night,” he said, his voice low and smooth, carrying both a warning and a strange tenderness.

He seemed kind, almost angelic, as he stepped closer. Yet, the shadows around him moved unnaturally, whispering secrets you couldn’t hear. Who was this man?