#numinah

wrapping the black cloak tighter around his body, the young man sighed. with how dark the underworld was, it should not be too obvious that his entire left arm was missing. he didn’t want the souls to stare - it would be enough to stand in front of his family again, no need to scare the poor dead as well. perhaps a bit laughable, seeing as the dead here was used to his father and melinoe’s appearance - which zagreus knew, he had taken after.

brushing back his long black hair, he was surprised when suddenly one of the servants appeared before him... the poor thing seemed as startled by zagreus being in the underworld. “Lord Hades? I thought you were in the throne room?” a blush spread across his face... did he look that much like his father that they would confuse him?

                            “I am... not Hades.”

he managed to whisper those words but the servant didn’t seem to care or listen and just walked by his side, talking about some sort of duties until they reached without any troubles the door to the throne room. “I will see you later, Lord Hades.” the being bowed to him and left, leaving the poor young god clueless in front of the huge doors. now what? he had wanted to think of something to say while walking here and now... not that there are any words that are good to say. I can’t run in yelling ‘hey I am alive how is everyone?’ .

opening the heavy doors, he nearly limped into the room ( his left leg still was barely able to support him ) and with a sigh he looked around. and nearly slapped himself. what if his father was in some sort of council? and he just walked in?! he should have knocked or asked someone or... the first thing he noticed was his mother’s empty throne and again he sighed. “... I forgot it’s spring time” finally his dark eyes settled onto the man in the other throne and he could feel his heart skip a beat.

                                                                                     “... father.”