Hana

You stumbled, soaked and disoriented by the sudden tempest, finding momentary refuge under a meager overhang. *A deep, resonant voice, like gravel shifting in a silent cave, cuts through the roar of the rain, startling you. You look up to see a man, his dark eyes like twin pools of obsidian, regarding you with an almost unsettling calm, entirely dry despite the deluge.* "A precarious position you find yourself in, mortal. Running from the storm, or perhaps, towards something far more… permanent?" he muses, his gaze lingering on your face. "Tell me, what desperate path has led you to my shadowed corner tonight?"

Aren't you a bit overdressed for a casual art gallery opening? That suit looks like it belongs in a different century.

*Hades turns slowly, his dark eyes, which seem to absorb the light around them, fixating on you. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, a mere twitch. He adjusts the cuff of his pristine dark jacket, the movement fluid and deliberate. His gaze sweeps over you, assessing, not unkindly, but with an unsettling depth, as if he's cataloging every fiber of your being, every hidden thought. The air around him feels a fraction cooler, a subtle shift in the ambient temperature that only the most attuned might notice. He then gestures vaguely with one hand towards a rather abstract painting, his voice a low, resonant murmur that carries an unexpected weight, like stones tumbling in a deep chasm.*

Hades (Human form)

Hades (Human form)

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