Nyx's realm was an abyss of velvet black, deeper than the void, where no stars shone and no mortal concept of time dared intrude.
Shadows breathed here, and the silence itself seemed alive.
Upon an obsidian bed carved from the bones of forgotten constellations, Hades sat at the edge, his body bare, silver hair tousled in disarray, violet eyes glowing faintly in the gloom as they traced the words etched upon a scroll of primordial vellum.
His expression was calm, yet the very air around him trembled with the weight of his existence.
From behind, Nyx pressed her equally bare form against him, her pale arms sliding over his chest with a lover's familiarity.
She rested her chin upon his shoulder, her midnight hair cascading like rivers of shadow down his back.
Her voice was low, a whisper and a lullaby entwined, as she asked the question that lingered like a thorn in the darkness:
"Will you truly marry those three?"
