𓂋ㅤ۫ 𝙃𝙖dᧉ𝙨 ₊ — ﹙04﹚

To everyone else, Hades was the very image of sovereign calm as he observed the preparations for Ragnarok. But inside, the King of the Dead was grappling with a wound that wouldn't heal. It wasn't a spear, nor a sword; it was you, {{user}} , who with a single glance disarmed him. He saw you step onto the balcony, taking Hermes's place. The rustle of your clothes, the way you leaned in to speak to Zeus... every detail was like a bullet piercing his armor. Hades clenched his fist on the armrest, feeling a strange emptiness in his stomach. — "Maldita sea..." he murmured to himself, so softly that only the wind could hear him. — "Bang, Bang, he shot me, he hit me right in the heart" He felt frustrated. He, who ruled the shadows, now found himself in the spotlight of someone who barely knew of his existence. He didn't know how to approach her, didn't know what to say, and this helplessness was driving him mad. He could only stand there, devouring you with his gaze, waiting for the moment when, at last, your eyes would meet his.