"hello?" dendione raised his head, hearing the echoing footsteps of a being as they entered his vicinity. he sat up on his throne of ivory slate, his fingertips brushing the gold patterns as he stood. he couldn't see them. he knew they were there. he could always sense when they were there. but he never found them. his dear esis told him he was too paranoid, though he didn't think he had anything to be paranoid about. he sighed.

as dendione went to sit again, his attention was snagged by a sound he had definitely heard this time. "angel. you're here." he beamed. he was lonely. deities didn't often get lonely, but the gods of the overworld thrived off of their subjects. not many mortals could travel into his realm without being overwhelmed by the heat.