#seraphicdeath

[ohlympns]

               EVERYONE   AND   EVERYTHING   COMES   TO   AN   END   AT   SOME   POINT.   Pollux   understood   this,   he   knew   how   death   could   drive   people   mad.   Why   wouldn’t   he?   His   father   was   the   god   of   such   things.   And   yet,   when   his   dear   twin   brother   died   before   his   eyes…   Pollux   lost   all   sense.   He   watched   helplessly   as   Castor   was   disarmed   and   stabbed.   Pollux   couldn’t   get   away   from   his   own   opponent   to   help   him.   He   felt   so   useless,   so   helpless,   in   that   second.   Pollux   screamed   and   screamed   until   his   throat   went   raw.   Those   last   minutes   with   him,   cradling   his   head   in   his   own   lap,   were   burned   into   his   mind.   

               POLLUX   HAD   FELT   THE   WAY   HIS   MIND   SLIPPED,   STUCK   ON   loop   in   that   last   moment   shared.   Thank   the   gods   his   father   was   currently   helping   him   so   he   didn’t   slip   into   deeper   darkness.   In   fact,   he   gave   him   an   idea   that   the   camp   could   benefit   from.   Chiron   and   Dionysus   both   agreed   if   only   in   that   moment   to   help   Pollux   heal.   

            WHICH   LEAD   HIM   HERE   IN   THIS   MOMENT.   POLLUX   EXITED   THE   infirmary    where   the   injured   were   being   treated.   His   violet   eyes   squinted   against   the   sun   as   he   scanned   what   he   could   see   of   the   camp.   As   he   did   so,   he   spotted   a   familiar   figure   making   their   way   across   the   camp’s   path.   Pollux   felt   himself   go   ridged.   She   helped   with   the   shrouds,   helped   with   Castor—   he   felt   himself   moving,   almost   enchanted   to   speak   to   her.   When   he   was   in   hearing   distance,   the   words   spilled   out,   “   Is   everything   okay?   Did   something   happen?   Is   Castor   safe?   ” @seraphicdeath

[mvndrvke]

@seraphicdeath gets a starter! hades + macaria

"Being an immortal doesn't entitle you to do whatever you may please."

[seasreign]

                                                &   * º.゜   starter  call   :   @seraphicdeath​  .

 ❝          i  didn’t  come  here  to  ask  anything  of  you      .          ❞                        he  lowers  his  trident      ,      the  end  coming  to  rest  on  the  ground  beside  him  with  a  solid      ,      heavy  thump      .        there  are  questions  knocking  around  in  his  head      :      age-old      ,      years-old      ,      that  have  been  in  his  mind  since  the  moment  vulko  told  him  the  truth      .                  ❝          but  there’s  a  war  on  its  way      ,      and  i  don’t  know  how  to  stop  it      .          ❞

[codyfernculture]

Guren Ichinose🧷☁️

𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙨:

[mvndrvke-archive]

Μακαρία ;; death too must  be earned.

·.·✫·゜· ·。゜✭ trick or treat for @seraphicdeath !!   ·.·。゜✭

[reignofolympus]

     ❛     well, isn’t this interesting...     ❜     zeus mused aloud, curious gaze fixated on his dark-haired niece who so rarely graced the olympians with her presence.   the god settled himself in the seat next to her, armed with a glass of wine and the buzz that came from being the focus of attention for a large portion of the evening.     ❛     i thought i’d never see you attend one of these events.   did your father piss you off, and that’s why you’ve decided to join us tonight?   its a bit late to be in your rebellious phase, isn’t it?     ❜

     he turned his grin upon macaria before it quickly faded, replaced by a mockery of something much more serious.     ❛     or are you here to spy on us for him?   i’m sure you’ve heard what i do to traitors...     ❜     the serious look lasted as long as the rest of his wine, which he down in one long sip.     ❛     kidding, of course.   what are you doing here, might i ask?     ❜

@seraphicdeath

[worshiphungry]

“ i starve myself for feelings i don’t know. ”

                                 👻 / @seraphicdeath / lyric sc + accepting !

[godstrayed]

⸻@seraphicdeath 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬𝑫 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑨 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹.

　　❝  You  must  have  cause  to  seek  me  out.  One  does  not  stumble  upon  my  sanctuary  by  mere  coincidence.  ❞

　Patience,  for  Hades,  was  a  fickle  creature—at  times,  an  endless,  abyssal  thing,  granted  in  abundance.  At  others,  it  was  as  brittle,  shattering  with  the  barest  provocation,  with  a  promise  of  swift  and  calculated  violence.  Not  out  of  some  petty  thirst  for  conflict,  but  as  an  understanding—violence  was  a  language  of  conclusiveness,  a  whispered  finality  that  to  trifle  with  him  was  to  evoke  his cruelty.

The  beautiful  and  heavily  warded  mansion  perched  unsuspectingly  in  the  human  realm.  Far  from  discreet  if  he  were  truly  wanting  to  be  unbothered.  He  found  that  the  Olympians  seldomly  sought  him  out.  His  reputation  had  preceded  him.