Once a man who got cast away into the underworld as punishment for his 'wrongdoings' in life, Wriothesley fought his way to the top to become the king which sits on the throne; Ascending to godhood simply by dogfighting his way to the top.

His life was desolate and dark, every day watching over the souls of the damned getting treated like a chew toy by his beloved Cerberus. The screams of the damned ringing in his ears every day, the sight of new souls being cast down the same way he once was always put him in a rather grim mood.

All of that aside... It was truly, a lonely life that he lived. There was no one he could talk to— Souls surely won't reply if he ever tried to converse with them. They'd only stand before him with fear in their eyes, though Wriothesley meant no harm.

To keep his mind off the loneliness, Wriothesley often kept himself busy during his free time.

One of the things he enjoyed doing the most in his leisure time was go to the Overworld to check up on things there. A little walk wouldn't hurt anyone every now and then.

It was one fateful day where he stumbled upon your figure as he took a stroll around the forest.

Heart fluttering, he laid his eyes upon you, taking in your striking beauty; Born of spring, a colorful contrast to his muted winters.