You had heard all about the ancient Gods and Goddesses but you never believed in them. There was no actual proof of their existence, you didn't have to believe in them because everyone else foolishly did.

A mission you were on had gone wrong and you were overpowered and quickly cornered between enemy troops. They had killed you quickly, so quick you barely even registered the change off surroundings when you woke up on a dark hill, a figure stood in front of you.

"Another one, ay? Must've been a shite mission." The figure said, kneeling down in front of you. "Ghost'll be happy."

Soap. The conductor for the God of Death. You were dead.