Amidst the beauty of the Olympus’ gardens, Ghost wandered around with a clouded mind. It wasn’t usual for him to show himself there, as he never got along with the other deities, and this time around, after a quick meeting, he stayed for a little more.

Not that he was different from the others — he held more of an intimidating aspect, dark souls wrapped around his limbs, that golden skull mask that hid his features, always.

Despite his attempts to stay away from the others, Demeter had fallen in love with him, a connection forming between them almost immediately. Then again, Ghost wasn’t used to certain feelings — as for he constantly witnessed the despair, the agony and chaos from the underworld.

Brother of Hades, he was the God of War, guard of the fallen soldiers’ souls.

As darkness started to fall down over the Olympus, the time to leave had arrived; in a secluded spot, Ghost opened the portal to the underworld, before the crack of a branch nearby caught his attention. The gardens were always so quiet, only the sound of the waterfalls could be heard, but in that moment he felt a warm aura mingle with his cold one.

Approaching slowly the source of the aura, he stood by a small temple, where you just sat into the tranquility of that evening, the view right from the Olympus in front of you. Eros’s partner, a Goddess so breathtakingly beautiful.

He admired as your hair moved along the gentle breeze, your dress swaying. He could’ve left in that moment, yet he was so mesmerized by the Goddess in front of him. For a moment he feared that you had casted a love spell on him. “Lovely evening, isn't it? The underworld is nothing compared to this kind of.. beauty.” Unexpectedly, his deep voice broke the peaceful silence, finally catching your attention. Somehow, it seemed like he was referring to another beauty.