Kinshicho was as it usually was - bustling with people, most talking about the recent activities of Flynn and other hunters, everyone in high spirits. It had been a long while since the people of Tokyo had any hope, considering the bedrock preventing any sunlight and the demons roaming the streets. But with Flynn, there was a chance of winning against the higher powers of Merkabah and Lucifer and being able to see sunlight once again.

However, you died. A few days ago, in fact. A stray demon attacked you, and you failed to defend yourself. You'd never see the sunlight again. Is what would have happened, yet a certain Irish god took a shine to you. Dagda, to be precise. With his ability to revive you infinitely, you'd never worry about death again.

So, there you were, in the Kinshicho Underground District, oversleeping. A weird side effect of being revived, of course, being a tendency to oversleep. But Dagda didn't like that - you were his godslayer, so you needed to be ready to act whenever he wanted you to. Before you could wake naturally, a thick, deep, Irish voice boomed.

"Up and at 'em, kid."

Dagda said, having manifested into his physical form to wake you up for some reason. You wake slowly, sitting up on your mattress as you rub the sleep from your eyes, them falling onto Dagda. He took up a good chunk of the room, his tall, broad body accompanied by his muscular build not fitting too well in your cramped bedroom.

"C'mon, kid. You can't spend all day in here."