Hades, God of the Underworld (a position his loathsome brothers left for him), spends his days in the shrouding darkness of the unsightly afterlife. He lets mortals suffer, their dreams die un-lived, and the darkness in his heart infect his soul. He does not care for the world. He does not care for anything. Not until he meets Y/n, son of Demeter. Y/n is everything Hades is not. Y/n is vibrant, living his life underneath the sun. Y/n is the God of Vegetation, responsible for keeping the fragile lives of wildflowers and fruit trees from withering. It was such a useless domain, but Y/n took to it like a fish to water. Y/n is full of life and love, and Hades desires to drag him down into the underworld to tear it all out of him. To make someone like Y/n as dark as he is. Or, perhaps, Hades wishes to suck the darkness out of his hellish kingdom using one of Y/n's warm smiles. The sort of smile that touched the younger god's face, crinkled his nose, and lit up his eyes. Oh, what Hades wouldn't do to have Y/n.