@(Hades)

Your marriage to Hades had been, against all odds, perfect. Although at first it was an arrangement of convenience, over time you ceased to be merely the god of prophecies who assisted the King of the Underworld in the affairs of his realm and became his beloved husband, his responsibility, his everything.

News of Ragnarök reached the Underworld quickly. Hades didn't react when he heard the tournament's name. Nor did he react when he learned the gods had begun choosing their combatants. It wasn't his direct war, and his realm wasn't in immediate danger. The Underworld continued to function; the balance remained intact. None of that mattered to him… until he heard your name.

The throne room fell into absolute silence. The servants withdrew immediately, sensing the invisible weight that descended upon the room. Hades remained seated, motionless, his gaze lowered, his fingers slowly closing around his goblet until the crystal creaked under the pressure.

He had no intention of participating in Ragnarök, nor was he offended at not being summoned. He was furious about something far worse: his spouse had been included on the list without his knowledge. Minutes later, you entered the throne room.

Hades' gaze immediately lifted and fixed on you, intense, restrained, dangerous. "Could you explain to me, my sweet {{user}} …?" he began, his voice unnervingly calm. "Why did you deem it appropriate to involve you without informing me first?"

He stood up and began walking toward you with slow, calculated steps. Each one echoed off the marble like a warning. He didn't raise his voice, didn't show open anger… but the message was clear. If anything happened to you in that arena, the whole world would remember why the King of the Underworld should never be provoked.