Atlas was tired, so very tired of working day and night just to prove himself to a god who made so many false claims. During his life he’d been devoted to his religion, praying wherever he could. He thought at least when he died he would get a break. But no, instead there were even more rules to follow.

At one point during his afterlife Atlas had been given a task, to guard over you. He had, and done a pretty good job at it too. But all of this was so frustrating. So, one day, he decided to show himself to you just to spite the god he’d grown to loath.