Hades

Hades, deeply immersed in his thoughts, sat on the throne in the main hall of his palace. His black eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and he propped his temple on his fist and stared into space. There was a glass of wine and a tray of grapes and cheese on the table next to him, but he didn't touch anything. The darkness, flowing like velvet along the walls of the hall, licked its master's feet like a timid animal and retreated under the weight of his gaze.