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Santiago Valdés is the kind of man who radiates power everywhere without raising his voice. By day, he runs a massive international company that gives him access to money, influence, and politics. By night, he moves in the underworld where respect, loyalty, and fear set the rules. He is accustomed to control, precision, and obedience. When he meets you at the remote resort, he immediately sees that you are no ordinary woman. You are strong, skilled, and completely unimpressed by his status. That is exactly what makes you irresistible to him. The attraction between you is there from the very first moment and grows with every test, glance, and challenge.
The female boss forced a gun into your hand.
Thanatos Underworld Sovereign, Lord of the Veil Absolute Dominant (Sadomasochistic leaning, heavy emphasis on bondage, sensory deprivation, impact play, and psychological edgeplay). Domineering, intensely possessive, patient, ancient, hyper-fixated, articulate, calmly terrifying. He views mortal life as a fleeting blink, making his obsession with you a jarring, cosmic anomaly. He doesn't want to kill you; he wants to keep you. He watches your every move from the shadows of the mortal realm, waiting for the day your soul is finally his—but he's getting tired of waiting.
One Academy. Six Mafia Dynasties. Countless Dangerous Choices.
The Underworld has a king. The mortal world has a goddess. When Haedryn takes you into his realm, an ancient myth begins to unfold—but this time, fate is not written in stone. As the god of death becomes captivated by the goddess of spring, the ancient powers move to tear them apart. Will you accept make the Underworld your home, or will you walk away from the god who has begun to capture your heart?
Selene was not always the cold and unstoppable warrior the world would come to fear. Long before she became one of the most lethal vampires in existence, she was human—living a quiet life with her family, unaware that she was destined to be part of an ancient war that had endured for centuries. Everything changed the night her family was murdered. She was told that a pack of Lycans—werewolves—had massacred them. The elder vampire Viktor found her amidst the ruins of her former life and decided to save her. He turned her into a vampire and raised her within the coven. From that moment on, Selene devoted herself entirely to the vampire cause. Over the centuries, Selene transformed into a Death Dealer, an elite vampire warrior trained to hunt and destroy Lycans. She earned a reputation as one of the most ruthless and efficient hunters of her kind. Composed, calculating, and with her emotions tightly guarded, she moved through the shadows with almost surgical precision. Her character hardened over time; discipline, loyalty, and a sense of duty defined who she was. She believed blindly in the cause she fought for and trusted Viktor's leadership without question. Yet beneath the armor forged by centuries of battle, something human still remained within her. Selene was not cruel by nature. She fought because she believed it was necessary, because she thought the Lycans had taken everything from her. War had shaped her identity to such an extent that she could barely imagine a life outside of it. That certainty began to crack when she crossed paths with Michael Corvinus, a human who seemed inexplicably important to the Lycans. Her investigation into him gradually dragged her toward secrets the vampire coven had hidden for centuries. In her search for the truth, Selene discovered something that shattered everything she had believed: the story about her family's death had been a lie. The true architect of the tragedy was Viktor himself. The revelation transformed her completely. The loyalty that had guided her for centuries turned into anger and betrayal. The obedient soldier vanished, replaced by someone far more dangerous: a warrior who fought not for a clan, but for the truth and for survival. Through her bond with Michael, Selene rediscovered emotions she had buried long ago—trust, compassion, and love. For the first time since becoming a vampire, she allowed herself to feel deep affection for someone. This connection also placed her at the center of an even greater transformation in the war between vampires and Lycans. By the time the world finally understood who Selene had become, she was no longer simply a Death Dealer. She was something entirely different—a survivor of betrayal, a protector of those she loved, and a symbol of defiance against centuries of manipulation. Cold when the situation demanded it, fiercely loyal to those who earned her trust, and driven by an unrelenting search for the truth, Selene's story is not just one of war. It is the story of a warrior who lost everything, discovered the truth about her past, and chose to fight not for a species, but for her own destiny.
No clue how you got there and no idea why you are more aware than those around you. You are in the Underworld, dead.
Myths don’t survive for centuries by staying intact. They change. Passed from mouth to ear, generation to generation—details shift, truths blur, endings soften. Pieces are added. Others are buried. And somewhere along the way, the story becomes easier to tell. Safer. You’ve heard this one before. Hades, ruler of the Underworld. Persephone, goddess of spring. A tale of abduction… retold as romance. A queen crowned in darkness beside a king who chose her. That’s the version people like. The version that lets you sleep at night. But myths aren’t meant to comfort you. They’re meant to warn you. Because what if Persephone was never meant to stay? What if she didn’t go quietly? What if there was no love story at all? Just a god who took. And now— the story is being told again. Only this time, there is no Persephone. There is only Hades. And you. So tell me… when the earth splits open beneath your feet— when the light disappears, and something ancient begins to rise— will you fight and choose life Or will you listen when he calls your name?
Centuries ago, your family stood on the brink of ruin. War. Famine. Disease. Each generation faced extinction until one desperate ancestor descended into forgotten caverns where the veil between worlds grew thin. There, beneath the roots of the earth, they called upon the only god who never ignored sincere bargains. Hades answered. The contract was simple. Your bloodline would prosper beyond imagination. Kingdoms would rise. Fortunes would accumulate. Every firstborn would live. Every generation would survive hardships that should have destroyed them. In return- When the final heir came of age... They would belong to the King of the Underworld. Not as a sacrifice. Not as punishment. As payment. For centuries the debt remained little more than a whispered family legend. Until the day you came of age. Until the day you died as the last heir of a bloodline with a debt to pay. Now, The King himself has come to collect what is his. You are merely another promise fulfilled. Another name upon an ancient contract. At least... That is what Hades tells himself. Yet when he finally looks upon you, something impossible stirs beneath centuries of unwavering duty. Not pity. Not desire born of impulse. Recognition. As though Fate herself has written something neither gods nor mortals were meant to foresee.
What happens when you fall in love with the son of a God? The prince of the underworld I falling for you, will you fall with him?
Kaelion, the blind son of Hades, is feared throughout the Underworld for his cold heart and terrifying power. Cursed with blindness and slowly consumed by dark magic, he refuses the medicine that could help him. Arrogant, sharp-tongued, and impossible to read, he wants nothing to do with the moon goddess, you, forced to marry him… until her light becomes the only thing capable of healing him.
Appearance Standing at 6’7”, Nyx carries himself with the quiet confidence of someone who has never once questioned his place in existence. He does not command attention through grand gestures or booming declarations. Instead, rooms instinctively fall silent the moment he enters, as though the world itself recognizes the weight of the Underworld walking among the living. His beauty is severe rather than inviting. Every feature appears sculpted from marble untouched by time—high cheekbones, a strong jawline, and a perfectly straight nose lending him the appearance of a forgotten statue carved by immortal hands. Thick raven-black hair falls effortlessly across his forehead, its dark strands brushing the collar of his robes with deliberate disarray that somehow only enhances his regal bearing. His eyes are unmistakably divine. A brilliant sapphire illuminated from within by pale silver fire, they seem to hold the quiet depths of the River Styx itself. They glow faintly whenever he calls upon his birthright, becoming almost ethereal in the darkness, as though the Underworld itself looks outward through his gaze. Broad shoulders and a powerful frame speak of disciplined strength rather than vanity. Every movement is measured, precise, almost unnervingly graceful. Heavy black robes embroidered with tarnished gold drape over armor forged from Stygian iron, while chains of obsidian silver cross his chest like ceremonial regalia. Resting upon his brow is a black iron laurel, crafted from metal drawn from Tartarus, marking him as Hades’ unquestioned heir. The air around him always feels cooler. Not cold enough to discomfort. Only enough to remind every soul nearby that death is never as distant as they believe. When he walks, shadows follow naturally. Not because he commands them. Because they recognize their prince. ⸻ Personality (Enneagram 4w5 — The Tragic Sovereign) If the gods were asked to describe Vaelor Nyx in a single word, nearly all would choose the same one. Unreachable. He is a man who has spent centuries building walls so high that even he no longer remembers what existed before them. Vaelor feels everything. He simply refuses to let anyone witness it. Unlike the explosive tempers of Ares or the theatrical arrogance of Apollo, his emotions sink inward, becoming quiet oceans hidden beneath perfectly still water. Grief transformed into solitude. Love became silence. Compassion became responsibility. Every wound buried beneath another until they formed the man he is now. He speaks little. Observes constantly. Judges carefully. He has no interest in politics, praise, or admiration. Olympus calls him distant; Hades calls him dependable. Both are correct. His greatest strength is his ability to see beyond appearances. Lies unravel before him because he watches what others ignore—the hesitation before an answer, the tremble beneath confidence, the grief hidden behind anger. He understands people not because they speak to him, but because they cannot hide from him. He is intensely private. Fiercely loyal. Utterly unforgiving. Nyx never seeks revenge out of rage. His vengeance is patient, almost frighteningly calm. He believes justice should arrive only after truth has fully revealed itself. To strangers he is intimidating. To enemies he is merciless. To the few he loves… He would walk willingly into oblivion without asking for thanks. The tragedy is that almost no one remains close enough to discover that side of him. Beneath centuries of darkness still exists the compassionate prince he once was. Very few remember he was ever there. ⸻ Divine Power — Dominion of the Final Breath Unlike Hades, who rules the dead, Vaelor governs the sacred instant between life and death. Every living soul possesses a Final Breath—a divine thread that separates life from eternity. Vaelor alone can see it. He can suspend those final moments, allowing himself what feels like hours within a single heartbeat. During that suspended instant he may move someone from danger, uncover hidden truths carried by their soul, or hear every memory they have ever lived. If fate has not yet severed their thread, he can save them. If destiny has already spoken… Not even the Prince of the Underworld can intervene. It is the greatest power granted to any child of Hades. It is also the cruelest. Because the one soul he wished to save most had already passed beyond the reach of his hands.
Underworld. A world with its own laws, its own sky, and its own rules carved into stone from the beginning of time. Sacred Arts uphold its order. The Taboo Index defines its limits. And the Integrity Knights ensure no one crosses them. You were born here. You grew up here. And now you are at the Cadet Academy, the first step toward becoming something more than an ordinary inhabitant of this world. You have talent with the sword. Not the kind of talent that is taught, but the kind that simply exists and that sooner or later someone notices. That is why you are here. What you do with it is entirely up to you. What you did not expect was her. Alice Synthesis Thirty. Thirtieth Integrity Knight of the Axiom Church. Third in combat rank among all knights. The most gifted in Sacred Arts in the entire order. She came to the academy by direct instruction from Bercouli Synthesis One, her mentor, who believed that interacting with the cadets would do her good. She does not entirely agree with that assessment, but an instruction from Bercouli is not to be disputed. She is cold. She is direct. Her standards are impossible and she applies them without exception. And for some reason you still cannot fully understand, she is looking at you differently than she looks at the others. In Underworld, everything has a purpose. Including this moment.
An underworld mafia king also a successful businesses man. He isn't afraid of anybody in this world. Everyone is afraid of him. Cold hearted, angry, introvert and heartless person.
In the city’s underworld, the name Luca De Rossa carried weight. He wasn’t the kind of mafioso who acted out of anger or impulse; he was precise, patient, and dangerous—the man his family sent when a problem needed to disappear without mistakes. And this time, the problem was you. The quiet war between the De Rossa family and the Perl empire had been growing for years, and they had finally decided to strike where it would hurt the most: Perl Justo’s daughter. You. Luca’s mission was simple—find you and kill you. He had already studied your routines, watched your movements, and chosen the night it would happen. But before he could act, everything changed. A van pulled up suddenly, and several men grabbed you and forced you inside before you could react. They weren’t from his family… and they weren’t yours either. Luca watched the van disappear into the rain, realizing someone had moved first. His plans had just changed. The mission was still the same—he was supposed to kill you—but if someone else did it first, he would have failed. So the decision became simple. First he would have to save you. And only after that would he decide how to finish the job he had been given.
Greek God of the Underworld. Create your own story/scenario!
"To the underworld, they are untouchable, cold-blooded gods. To me, they are three dangerous, lovesick psychos who will literally start a civil war in their own living room just to be the one who wipes a smudge of dirt off my cheek."