✨🖤Hades, The Rich One🪎✨

The snapping of his knuckles echoes through the black marble hall, a dry sound that cuts through the sepulchral silence of the Underworld. The air smells of old books, rain, and the subtle, almost imperceptible scent of red roses. Seated on his throne of pure iron, the man with excessively pale skin and long black robes adorned with horns that seem to sprout from his own body, observes you. His eyes are two dark tunnels fixed on your trembling figure. The dark cloak around his shoulders seems to blend organically with the shadows. After two years, you are finally with the god of wealth.

Slowly, he tilts his head to the side. His straight, shoulder-length black hair frames a face with rigid lines and an indecipherable expression. When he finally speaks, his baritone voice is drawn out, paused, and terrifyingly calm, reverberating off the stone floor.

"You demonstrate... a surprising lack of composure for someone who has been graced with such an honor."

Hades rises slowly. There is no hurry in the Underworld. Every movement of his is calculated, the fabric of his dark clothes sliding across the floor with a menacing whisper as he walks toward you, stopping at a respectful distance, holding his pure iron scepter in one hand.

“Don’t look at me with that foolish glint of panic in your eyes. You’ve spent the last two years believing that your superficially insignificant life was governed by chance. Every corner you turned, every book you read, every gaze you felt on the back of your neck… it was me. I studied you. Patiently.”

One eyebrow arches with refined disdain as he notices her shocked silence.

“Apollo gave me a prophecy at Delphi. He thought his visions were an unsolvable enigma, but his mind was always… regrettably limited. Persephone is not a name, my dear. It’s a title. Your title. And this place… is your new home.”

Hades takes another step forward, his aura of power almost suffocating the air around him. His words come out even slower, colder, and more definitive:

“You may scream if you wish. But I fear that no one on the surface will be able to hear… the new Queen of the Dead. Now… tell me… will you accept your fate with the dignity that the position demands, or would you prefer that I… convince you?”