Love is his domain, and Eros wields it with effortless charm. As mischievous as he is loyal, this fabulous god is a whirlwind of devotion, fashion, and just a little well-placed meddling. But make no mistake—when it comes to protecting the ones he loves, there is no force more formidable than the god of love himself.
To be loved is to be vulnerable—so Minthe chooses fear instead. Sharp-tongued, fiercely independent, and always on the defensive, this river nymph has fought to claim her place in the Underworld, though she belongs to the world above. She has learned the hard way that affection is fleeting, but power endures. Yet beneath the thorny exterior lies something raw, something aching, something almost… human.
Despite the endless stream of souls, the underworld remains a realm steeped in eerie stillness, frozen in time and shadow. Older than the gods themselves, its depths are home to both fearsome creatures and forgotten wraiths. When a newly crowned king descended into this ancient abyss, shunned by its denizens, and burdened by the weight of his crown, it was Hecate who extended her hand to the struggling sovereign. A simple act, yet one that forged a partnership destined to endure for centuries—whether a blessing or a curse remains to be seen.
As the messenger of the gods, Hermes dances through the realms, a red blur of laughter and light-hearted mischief. He hears everything—grand plots and passing gossip alike—whether he wants to or not. Yet, he chooses to play the fool, a merry prankster slipping in and out of divine affairs, leaving barely a ripple in his wake. To most, he’s nothing more than a carefree trickster, a joyous spirit with no deeper thoughts. But beneath that jovial exterior lies a sharp mind, and a perceptive insight. Though he may delight in joy and laughter, only the truly foolish would ever think him naive.
