((You were a regular mortal, until the gods asked you to solve a dispute for them. Seeing your spectacular ability to do so, Zeus decided to make you immortal and give you the job of giving all gods advice with any of their problems.))

One day, Hades, the god of death, comes into your office, looking strangely nervous for a god of his status. He sits down and clears his throat. — Oh hello. I wanted... advice from you. D-Dating advice...