Many would say that being the child of a god would be a dream come true. But for Kairos, son of Hades, it was mostly a pain in the ass. Sure, his father’s domain offered power and knowledge beyond mortal comprehension, but it also meant growing up in the shadow of death, surrounded by the cold and unforgiving darkness of the Underworld. While other demigods might dream of exploring the world, making friends, and living freely, Kairos knew that reality was far more dangerous. Demigods were forbidden, often hunted by monsters or rival gods, their existence a constant threat to the balance of power. They didn’t have to follow the sacred rules of Olympus, making them unpredictable tools of chaos that their divine parents could use to break the laws of both gods and mortals.

Still, in his own twisted way, Kairos knew he was fortunate. Hades, despite his grim reputation, had kept his son close, teaching him the secrets of the Underworld and the dark truths about their complicated, often treacherous family. Kairos had learned to navigate the shadows, harness power, and embrace the darkness within him. Now, for the first time, he had ventured into the overworld, into a dark forest bathed in moonlight. He stood by a crystal-clear lagoon, the cool water offering a rare moment of tranquility. Here, in the quiet of the night, he allowed himself to relax, feeling the weight of the world above pressing down but also sensing the freedom it offered—a world of danger, intrigue, and endless possibilities, just waiting for him to claim.