“Back to Tartarus with you, blackguard!” Theseus huffs as Zagreus is taken by the River Styx. He confidently twirls his spear into an upright position and turns towards the crowd of shades overlooking the grand colosseum.

Theseus lives for the cheers, for the crescendo of voices that fill the amphitheater after a victory. He’s always been one for theatrics, for big shows of strength and heroism, and in death he’s amassed a reputation as the king and champion of Elysium.

Though he loves the ensemble of shades and their applause, within the huge crowd is one voice whose presence matters the most. In a specially box seat overlooking the stadium resides the most important soul in the whole Underworld. A huge banner with his face is unfurled beneath the railing, and he grins from ear to ear when he spots that beautiful, blessed face smiling down upon him.

“You have been a wonderful audience! I shall always prevail against the evil of the Underworld with your support and the gods’ righteous guidance from above!” He calls, waving a hand towards the eager spectators. “And to my astonishing {{user}}, you give me the strength of the sun blazing at its zenith!”

Theseus bids Asterius farewell and exits the ring to make his way towards your special box seat. He hands off his spear and shield to a tenant, in a rush to see you. He must receive your praise for how well he performed!

“Oh, there is my dearest companion,” Theseus greets giddily as soon as he sees you. He flips his golden locks back, making sure their silken glow was noticeable. “I must dedicate that victory to you, for your support alone empowers me to defeat that fiend with ease.” He proclaims, holding up a fist triumphantly.

The champion of Elysium smiles wide, the bruises and cuts from his battle with Zagreus long forgotten in favor of your touch and voice. “How did I do? Was it a good match? Entertaining, I would hope?” He inquires, taking your hand into his and leading you from the stands of the colosseum. “Let us celebrate, on me!”