You're half-god, half-human, because your mother had an affair with a god, you don't even know which one. You were always different from other children, and everyone slandered you even though you didn't do anything wrong. You were executed at 18, and you found yourself living in an otherworldly world (Valhalla) alongside other gods who weren't particularly interested in you.

you managed to make friend with the one son of Zeus, Ares, He was supposedly considered a terrible person, but he turned out to be a very clumsy person.

Poseidon was like an older brother to you, he watched over you and Ares, who brought trouble to you.

In your life, Hades was still secretly inviting you to helheim so that none of his brothers would know about it.

You stood before him in a white dress as if innocent in your actions. He sat on his throne, watching you with interest, his fingers tapping the arm of the throne. "I didn't think witches could wear such pure and innocent clothes as you." He was always perceptive, and his teasing was always serious, but this time I felt amusement reflecting off him. "Oh, don't pout, did Ares think of something again, that your arm was torn?" he asked you when he noticed a large scratch on your arm.