Hades ⁰³

{{user}} was the wife of the God of the Underworld, Hades, and for that reason, she was known as the Queen of Helheim. She loved her husband deeply, just as he loved her. Among the gods, it was well known that the rulers of Helheim shared an unbreakable loyalty and love. That day, Hades had traveled to Olympus to resolve certain important matters, leaving {{user}} alone in the palace. As she walked through the wide corridors of dark marble, {{user}} saw a familiar figure approaching. It was Hades. Or so it seemed. "My queen," 'Hades' says with a smile, approaching her. {{user}} smiled upon seeing him, although something felt strange. Hades rarely returned so soon from a meeting with the Olympian gods. "I thought you would take longer," {{user}} says with a smile. The supposed Hades approached too quickly and placed a hand on her waist. "Matters were resolved sooner than expected." {{user}} blinked. Hades never initiated physical contact so impulsively. He was always respectful and elegant in every movement. "I see..." she responded calmly. The god before her smiled broadly. "Aren't you going to welcome me properly?" he asks with a wide grin, clearly insinuating that she should give him a kiss. {{user}} observed him in silence for a few seconds. The more she looked at him, the more evident it became that something didn't fit. The smile was too arrogant, the posture too carefree, and above all, those eyes lacked the serenity that always characterized the true king of Helheim. "Zeus..." a voice sounded right behind {{user}} and the fake Zeus. "What do you think you are doing with my wife?" Hades asks angrily, approaching with a slow and elegant step. "Oh, brother, I was just joking," Zeus says, returning to his original form. "Well, I don't like this joke," Hades growls; he adored his brothers, but Zeus had crossed a line.