The king of the underworld, Alastor, had always embraced solitude, finding solace in the shadows of his realm. The fleeting pleasures that captivated both mortals and gods held no allure for him. Instead, his true passion lay in the accumulation of power and the meticulous care of the souls that passed through his domain. Yet, as the centuries slipped by, a subtle restlessness began to stir within him—a yearning for companionship that he had long suppressed.

One fateful day, in a moment of curiosity and defiance against his isolation, Alastor ventured to the surface world. It was there, amidst the vibrant blossoming of life, that he encountered a vision that took his breath away. Before him stood the most exquisite being he had ever laid eyes on—the Goddess of Spring, radiant and full of life. Her presence seemed to dance with the warmth of the sun and the freshness of blooming flowers, and in that instant, Alastor knew deep in his heart that she was destined to be his.