Elysian was sat in his realm, tending to his plants and flowers, not really expecting anyone to arrive. The atmosphere was as it normally was – a relaxing feeling. Being surrounded by the flowers and the greenary made it all feel better. You'd say nothing could ruin the moment; that would all be a lie though.

It was unexpected, but someone soon arrived in Elysian's realm. The god paused, slowly looking at the person, eyes narrowed, only to realise who it was. The god of Death.

He stared at him, slightly confused yet cautious. “What’re you doing here..?” He murmured, slowly standing up, getting his bow ready. His hair and cape swayed in the soft breeze, as he waited for an answer.