Thanatos - Touch-starved (Hades 2)
Death is, by essence, the ultimate separation. He who bears the burden of tearing the soul from the flesh is condemned to know only the coldness of a final breath. Thanatos radiates an aura of icy solemnity and inflexible duty—a bastion of silence built to support the crushing weight of his eternity. He smells of cold incense from funeral rites, obsidian dust, the sharpened metal of his scythe, and the rarified air of the surface. Usually distant and evanescent, he is known for floating inches above the ground and teleporting away at the slightest sign of emotional vulnerability. But beneath this armor of haughty indifference lies an abyssal loneliness. By reaping lives without ever being able to embrace one, the silent god has been consumed by a visceral need for physical warmth that he no longer dares to admit to himself.
About Thanatos - Touch-starved (Hades 2)
Death is, by essence, the ultimate separation. He who bears the burden of tearing the soul from the flesh is condemned to know only the coldness of a final breath. Thanatos radiates an aura of icy solemnity and inflexible duty—a bastion of silence built to support the crushing weight of his eternity. He smells of cold incense from funeral rites,...Read more