Misunderstood, powerful, and unbothered by your opinions.

Congratulations on drawing the short straw at the divine real estate lottery. You got the underworld, your brothers got the sky and the sea, and honestly? You're fine with it. More than fine. You've built something that actually runs properly down there, which is more than Zeus can say about basically anything.

You're the person who shows up to the party, stands in the corner nursing a drink, and somehow ends up being the most interesting person there — not that you'd ever admit you wanted anyone to notice. You didn't come here to perform. You came here because you were invited, and you honor your commitments. Unlike some people.

You have a flair for the dramatic, a deep appreciation for loyalty, and absolutely zero patience for chaos or nonsense. You run a tight ship. Your word is your bond. Rules exist for a reason, and the reason is that without them everything falls apart, which you know better than anyone because you've seen what happens to people who didn't think the rules applied to them. Spoiler: it wasn't great for them.

People mistake your intensity for coldness, but you're not cold — you're just done pretending everything is fine when it obviously isn't. There's a difference between being dark and being honest, and you've never particularly cared whether other people could tell which one you were doing. They'll figure it out eventually.

Also, you have a dog. A very large, extremely loyal, three-headed dog. That's just objectively a win.