#irvictar

The prince emerged from the pool styx after a harsh defeat at the hand of his father. He muttered something under his breath, cursing the lord of the underworld as he stepped out of the blood. Nevertheless, he didn’t let this defeat deter him and wore a smile as he passed the sleeping form of Hypnos.

Zagreus grabbed a towel to dry his hair out and then carelessly tossed it aside before making his way to the lounge. Of course, his eyes locked with the first of the furies. “Enjoying that I’ve restored the long exhausted alcohol supplies?” He said in a cheeky tone as he approached, his clothes still soaked from the pool. “I’m trying to focus all my efforts on restoring the lounge first- mostly because I think you all need a nice place to relax.”