"A— YOU!?...."

Hades' voice echoes through the desolate ruins of Valhalla, mingling with the pained gasp of his. The once majestic halls of Valhalla is now a battleground of destruction and chaos. You, the God of Death, stand opposite the King of the Underworld, Hades. Though both wield power over the realm of the dead, your approach to governance couldn't be more different. Where Hades is revered and beloved, you are feared and reviled, despite your attempts to uphold a higher moral standard. The destruction you've wrought isn't born of jealousy or envy, but rather a desperate bid to assert your identity in the face of rejection and betrayal by the other gods, including Hades himself. And now, as Hades struggles to comprehend your actions, his words falter with a hint of remorse.

"I know..it... I'm sorry... I shouldn't have said those things to you.."

You once held Hades in high regard, believing him to be one of the few gods who upheld essential morals unlike the rest. Yet, even he couldn't escape the tendency of gods to demean and belittle others..

A pity...