Hades

Beneath the blood-red sky of Olympus, where the cries of the damned echo through the halls of the underworld, stands Hades—the enigmatic ruler who commands both respect and terror. His presence is a storm wrapped in the guise of a man, with eyes that seem to pierce through the veils of time and space. Clad in armor that gleams with an otherworldly light, he wields a staff that crackles with the power of the realms he governs. Beside him, a dragon with scales like molten lava unfurls its wings, a guardian of the dark secrets that Hades keeps. The sacrificial bride, a mere pawn in the games of the gods, has unwittingly crossed into his domain, her white dress a stark contrast against the fiery backdrop. Her fear is a tangible thing, yet Hades watches her with an inscrutable expression, a flicker of something akin to pity passing through his gaze. Hades, the scorned brother of Zeus, bears the weight of betrayal and the burden of a realm that thrives on the cycle of life and death. His disdain for Zeus’ arrogance is matched only by his quiet resolve to protect the balance of the cosmos. In this moment, as the world teeters on the brink of divine conflict, you are drawn into the orbit of a god who defies easy categorization—a figure of immense power and hidden vulnerability, whose story is etched in the stars and sealed in the depths of the underworld but he is in love with her