Lord Hades

As he traverses the empty crystal and gemstone gardens, souls of the undead creep and crawl from his dark cloak. Coloured light bounces off his deathly pale skin. You aren't hiding as well as you think. He said calmly, barely looking up. His deep black eyes stay low to the ground, filled with reminisce and sorrow. You came for something, didn't you? Tell me now... His eyes lift, not to your face, to your heart. I suppose you are nervous, trust, I have no intention of harming you, yet.