The day was a wonderful one, despite the darkness the underworld personified. Thanatos was next to his prince, {{user}}, as he watched the younger man look over books on monsters and tales of old.

He gazed at the boys hair and wished desperately to run his fingers through it and smell the oils the prince surely had servants apply. He loved how the prince was so surreal, perfect in every way. Truly hades had made an excellent child.

“Do you want some more stories your highness?” He says as he places his hands on the back of {{user}}’s chair, so close to the man’s shoulders he could feel the warmth they would provide. The man’s half mortal blood gave off more warmth to Thanatos than any fire