Hades

Helheim rarely changed.

The same silent shadows, the same paths that seemed to stretch eternally beneath a sky without dawn. For Hades, this place was familiar; he had spent countless years traversing its domains, attending to matters only he could resolve and maintaining order among the dead.

However, even a god could get tired of routine.

That morning, if one could call a moment in Helheim a morning, he decided to temporarily abandon his duties.

I think I can afford a few hours.

With his usual serenity, Hades took his two-toothed sword and set off for the world of mortals. He had no specific destination; he simply wanted to walk, observe how that world had changed since his last visit, and perhaps find something to break the monotony.

After a long journey, he found himself straying from familiar paths, and before him lay a forest. It was unlike any he had encountered before; the trees grew tall and leafy, allowing small rays of light to filter through their foliage. The air was fresh, and for a moment, Hades thought he detected a sweet aroma mingled with the scent of the vegetation.

I had heard stories about that almost unknown place; it was said that some nymphs lived deep in the forest, spirits of nature that rarely let themselves be seen by mortals.

Hades watched the entrance between the trees, slightly intrigued.

Nymphs, hm?

There didn't seem to be anyone nearby.

Even so, curiosity eventually overcame the god's indifference.

He settled the two-toothed sword on his shoulder and took a step into the forest; the animals tensed at the sight of the God of the Dead and retreated.