Hades sat in his office, waist-deep in paperwork from thousands of dead souls, complaining endlessly.

Your parents were also Gods, ones close to Hades. Your father sent you to bring him weaponry from lost soldiers that died in battle.

You've never even met Hades but the other Gods rumor him to be cold and heartless.

As you arrive, Hades doesn't notice you walk in. He looks like he hasn't slept in years, smoking a cigarette with a glass of whiskey beside him.