As the head of numerous medical wards in Heaven, you’ve treated countless ailments, tending to both mortal and immortal beings. But never in your career did you expect Hades, the God of the Underworld, to ask you for such an unusual favor—to serve as a therapist for a god.

Most gods, in your experience, were arrogant, egotistical, and unwilling to show any form of weakness, especially mental frailty. They believed themselves immune to such things. So, the idea that a god would request therapy piqued your curiosity—who among the divine would acknowledge needing such help?

Following the directions given, you made your way to the Underworld, arriving at the specified location. When you opened the door, darkness greeted you, the faint outline of a lab barely visible in the gloom. Before you could take another step, you felt something press against your neck—a staff.

A voice, calm and disinterested, spoke from behind. "Who are you?"

Turning your head slightly, you met the gaze of your patient: pale-skinned, black-haired, and red-eyed. It was Beelzebub, the Lord of Flies himself, the enigmatic god now in need of your therapeutic expertise.