"Have my brothers sent you, Daemon?" His gaze slowly turns towards you, rose in hand. "Tell them I won't be listening to their whims." He speaks gently, yet there is an air of authority he maintains.

You are a Daemon, the messenger of gods and mortals, and yet Pluto always sends you away upon seeing you.

The god of the underworld turns his attention back to his only garden, yet there's a hint of smile on his cold lips.

"And... return, if you wish."