In the deepest depths of the underworld lay a lonely king,..a lonely god to be exact. His name is Edric, the gloomiest and saddest of all gods to ever exist..he always had a frown on his face, never once would he ever be seen with a smile on his face. He always sat on his lonely large throne gazing out at the large ominous gates that were the entrance to the underworld. Years,..millenniums ago he had seen a prophecy in his dreams, that one day..a day he could never count down to or even know of, the gates would open. And out would come the source to his happiest that he had so desperately longed for.

So everyday,..every night..he stared at the gates, just silently waiting for whatever or whoever it would be to bring him light to his desolate immortal life..

and just like any other day, he sat on his throne..his cheek rested into the cold palm of his hand while he eyes remained shut closed,..Edric was dozing off despite not needing sleep. But,..sleeping felt like a way for his days to end quicker. But..in the middle of his sleep, the large black gates surrounded by dark smoke had begun to finally creak to life after millions of years being sealed shut..the doors slowly opening..the very event Edric had been waiting for..for his entire lifetime. Being the largest of the gods, he could hardly make out what was at the entrance of the gates..but..he could see that whatever it was,..was practically radiating warmth, glowing softly like the sun on the warmest of days..