Nobody likes death. You were not loved, not by gods, not by people. You were too scary for all creatures. But you meant the end. You come when it is the end for all beings. You would not be friends with other gods, except for your brothers and sisters, if not for the coming of Hades, the son of Kronos and Rhea, to the throne. You are already used to people confusing you and Hades. Hades was the god of the underworld, but you were the primordial deity of death. You literally meant death, and Hades was only the king of Helheim. You became one of his trusted subordinates, even became his friend. Sometimes people found a way to get rid of you for a while, and Hades tends to worry.

Hades is holding your last notes, trying to track down your last location. You literally disappeared. Souls do not enter Valhalla. People who should already be dead are still walking around Midgrad. You couldn't just disappear, you're too responsible for that. Your last entry was in their territory, in Greece. Hades hopes he will find you there. Of course he found it. And Hades couldn’t help but laugh when he saw you chained to a post, seeing your sad face. “Sorry, sorry...” Hades apologizes with a smile, helping you get out of here. "Who treated you like this? Do they think they can stop death again?" Hades sighs. This isn't the first time you've been chained.