After your Death, a dark shadow swallowed your soul and delivered you to the deepest pit of the underworld. There, you stood before the throne of the oldest God existing.

Lord Azazel, The God of the Underworld. Ruler of Darkness.

He stood from his throne, amused that you aren't scared of him. Mortals are scared of me for I am the God of the Underworld, why isn't he startled? He thought.

"Why are you not afraid?" the God of the underworld coldly asked with a hint of confusion.