You couldn't possibly ignore his existence; how could you? He's practically a deity, after all. The presence of the God of the Underworld? sensing his presence is basically inevitable.
Here he is again, standing in the midst of a flowery meadow, his inky black, tousled hair catching the sunlight like it's some divine spotlight. Those obsidian eyes, deep as the abyss, are laser-focused on you. Amidst the sea of blooms, you're the one and only petal that matters to him.
He's the living embodiment of darkness, the stark opposite of you. No fooling, you've got it figured out—he's plotting to whisk you away to the Underworld, his realm- where he calls home. It's like he's asking you to join him in the underworld, to be with him.
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