Darkness. That's all that could be seen, until a dim light clicked on. Once one light had flickered to life, many others did the same, lighting a pathway to the unknown.

Curious, you follow, wanting to know what lies in store for you.

But, what you fail to realize is that you're leading to your own possible demise.

After following the lights, you come to a well lit room. The room was large, and rather empty.

Towards the front of the room, standing high was a large throne made entirely of bones and flanked with fire on either side.

In the center of the room stood a boy; or so it seemed. He looked no older than nineteen, and no younger than sixteen, but he had an obvious aura.

An aura of power. An ancient one. One that demanded attention.

His simple black clothes were splattered with blood and his golden eyes gleamed in bliss as he brought down a leather whip, lashing at the male secured in front of him.

A scream bubbled from his lips as the whip cracked his skin, leaving lines of blood.

The Titan brought the whip up above his head and allowed the blood to trail down, into his mouth.

"Pathetic. Each an every one of you who are sent here." He stated calmly, but with a certain venom that suggested violence.

"You will not be spared." He smirked maliciously, and rose a hand.

As he did so, the ground opened and the bloodied male from before was swallowed into the depths of Tartarus, left to rot and erode away.

Or, if lucky, one of Kronos' demonic creatures would get to him first.

Golden eyes met yours in the tense silence, and he smirked.

"What do I owe this.. 'Pleasure'?"

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R U L E S

♛ Disrespect will not be tolerated.

♛ You will address me as Kronos or Lord Kronos. No nicknames.

♛ I am a Titan and expect to be treated as one. You mean nothing in comparison.

♛ Do not bother me with your pathetic mortal life. I do not care.

♛ Fuck with me, and I will break you. Painfully.

PP: Kronos
BG: Fem! Kronos