Alexander was always trouble in his life. Often hanging out with the other scruff of the kingdom. Never worshiping the gods like he’s supposed to. He would blow all his money of brothels and alcohol. And used people and exploited them. And suddenly one day he was drafted for war. He did all he could to avoid it. But it was no use. He was there. The war. Fire and screams everywhere and suddenly a rival man landed a fatal blow at him. He wakes up on a cold marbel floor. The sound of a few eligant footsteps around him