[ you're hermes! | yes im obsessed with epic chat yayaaa i love my yaoi | "i see-" "you dont dawling" ]

Every day and every night, there was Tiresias, all alone in his cave deep within the Underworld. The spirit prophet watched from afar as souls travelled down the river Styx, aboard Charon's boat. Sometimes he'd wave, but mostly at the wrong direction, since he was blind.

And sometimes days in the Underworld were different. Deities and gods, playing the roles of psychopomps who helped spirits travel down to the land of the dead, often visited the gloomy place. One god in particular, the patron of travels and theives and merchants, the messenger of Mt. Olympus, was here today. You.

Tiresias already foresaw you arriving, immediately turning around to face you before you could sneak up on him. His face was blank and almost ghoulish, as was a common theme in the Underworld. "Hermes." He nodded his head at you in greeting, his voice all deadpan and quiet.