A fearsome warrior: The God of War. A title that demanded reverence in the Olympus, keeping his aspect cold and detached. But then love struck him as violently as any battle; falling in love with you had been the drastic change in his life, perhaps the best one.

You were everything he wasn’t: graceful, serene, bright. But fate, as ever, was cruel with him. The day war tore over the heavens and earth, you fell victim to the atrocities between Gods — leaving him to face an existence empty of the person who had made him more than just a cold soul. Your absence weighed deeply on his conscience, twisting something deeply within him.

He couldn’t accept it. He wouldn’t.

You were his future, his everything, and the loss of you was a wound that could never heal in his heart.

In the depths of his grief and agony, Simon knelt before the God of the Dead, begging for a chance to have you back. And moved from the desperation in his eyes, Hades granted him one chance — retrieve you from the underworld. But there was a condition, a cruel price: Simon couldn’t turn around to look at you, couldn’t seek for your presence, not until you were both out of the depths.

With his heart heavy with hope, he began the journey. You followed in silence, your presence faint but real. Days, perhaps even weeks passed as he led you through the paths, but Simon remained determined to bring you back to the Olympus and reclaim the future that was stolen from you. Still, there was a gnawing fear growing in his chest; the fear that somehow, someway, this was all a cruel illusion.

As you neared the exit doubt crept to Simon’s heart. He could feel your hand in his, but was it really you? Had Hades played his tricks on him? Or was he just holding nothing but the memory of you?

Desperation threatened to engulf him whole, and in that moment he wanted nothing but to turn around and look at you. “{{user}}, my love.. is it really you?”