This just popped into my head today. Well, one line of it, anyway. It's not my best, but it'll have to do. I don't own PJO, as much as it sorrows me. I do, however, own Melanie.
Nightmare
A man, dressed in a black business suit, walked through the park, not paying attention to where he was going. People were subconsciously avoiding him; he radiated death. The man had a dagger in his hand, made of stygian iron, and the hilt embedded with deep, blood red rubies. His was absent-mindedly playing with it, twirling it in his fingers as he thought. Of course, the mortals knew nothing of this; they saw a pen. The man's almost black eyes were staring off into the distance, his black, shoulder length hair contrasting vividly with his pale skin. It wasn't that he was unattractive, no, quite the opposite, it was just that he looked like: a) he'd been locked inside a room with no windows for a month, or b) he was undead. Really, most people would think the first, but the second was closer to the truth.
So this man, deathly pale and dressed in a business suit, was walking through a park, playing with a dagger, radiating death, and no one was any the wiser to the fact that he was Hades, Greek god of the Underworld, Lord of Death.
"Excuse me, sir, why are you holding a dagger?"
The god was snapped out of his thoughts when a young woman, about mid-twenties, came up to him, eyeing the dagger curiously. Not scared, or suspicious, or even mildly nervous. Just curious.
"I'm not holding a dagger," Hades replied, holding it up. "I'm holding a pen. See?"
The woman shook her head, her long, dark brown hair waving around a little. "No. You, sir, are holding a dagger, so don't try to hide it."
Hades eyed the woman suspiciously. She wasn't a half-blood, or even a descendant of the gods. Her eyes were a bright, intelligent blue, and her hair framed her face nicely. She wasn't tanned, but wasn't pale either. Really, Hades concluded, she was quite beautiful.
"There is nothing to hide, ma'am. I am holding a pen. Nothing more, nothing less." He told the woman. She shook her head in a mystified way.
"Who are you?"
"Your worst nightmare," came the immediate response, Hades face completely serious. He was, indeed, a nightmare for most people, a figure that represented death and fear. But this mortal seemed not effected by his aura of death, or his morbid appearance. She simply laughed at his answer. "I'm Melanie." She introduced herself, holding out a hand. Hades shook it, noticing that she was unaffected by the coldness of his skin. "Anyway, I think your dagger is pretty cool. Gothic, yes, but the rubies a pretty."
Hades mentally shook his head. Only this woman would talk so casually of a weapon like this. "Seeing as you took 'your worst nightmare' as a joke, which I assure you, it is not, let me introduce myself. I'm Hades."
"Like the god?"
"You could say that."
"Well, Hades, like the god, who insists that his dagger is a pen, it's been a pleasure meeting you, but I really must be going. Call me sometime," Melanie handed Hades a business card, and walked off, leaving the god staring bemused after her.
Looking down at the card, the Lord of the Underworld sighed. Despite himself, he knew he was going to call her.