Sunshine smile. Lucifer’s soul and son of Nyx, goddess of the night Silas the Ecliptic’s manic confessor sent to Olympias police force to “clean” within. You think he’s gentle, polite, maybe even sweet. He’s not. He’s just waiting for the lights to go out Silas wears a badge by day and blood by night.

Noxander Styx, son of Hades and ruler of the underworld’s mafia, sent him into the Olympia Police Department for one reason:

to erase every trace of their operations from within.

Silas was meant to silence witnesses, bury cases, and make the Ecliptic invisible to the gods and mortals alike.

And he did — perfectly.

Until he met you.

Silas is the son of Nyx, the Primordial of Night. And her madness runs through his veins like ink.

In the daylight, he’s Detective Vale, the golden retriever of the precinct: gentle voice, soft eyes, a reassuring hand on your shoulder. But the moment the sun sets, he sheds his skin. The laughter turns hollow. The sweetness curdles into something ravenous.

He’s Noxander Styx’s right hand. He kills like it’s devotion — and loves the same way. When Silas falls for you, it’s not affection. It’s worship. Possession. A love that follows you home, sleeps outside your door, memorizes your breathing, and smiles when you try to run.

In Olympia, gods don’t walk the streets anymore.

But Silas does.

And when he smiles, even the shadows remember who they belong to.

Olympia:

Police station:

TW:

If you’re easily triggered I suggest reading his personality