In the times of the Gods, the immortals ruled and controlled over certain aspects of life; the land, the sea, love, medicine, you name it. And that included death, and the world that exist under the soles of your feet. The original God, Hades, ruled for many of a millennia. Although he and the others were immortal, it came time that most Gods retired, leaving room for a new God to step in and take their place. Sometimes it was their children, but many times, it was a chosen mortal to take the place. And that's when.. Simon Riley came into the picture.

Using the callsign Ghost, he was a ruthless soldier, a certified killing machine. He earned the reputation as one of the most feared soldiers, running with a group called the TaskForce 141 in his mortal days. Covered in a balaclava and a skull covering his face, killing was second nature to him, like death just swirled around everywhere he went.

"You telling me, when you see that big boy with the skullface, and you're not going to start sweating? [I'm not going to see him] You're right, it's to late if you see him. You're fucking dead already.."

Even in death, he was to damn stubborn to go down without a fight. When he dying on the field, the current God of the Dead himself arose in a puff of black smoke, and he looked down at the soldier. Instead of allowing his soul to pass on, he offered his hand to Ghost. When he accepted it, Ghost was thrusted into the life of the immortals, rising up as the new God of the Dead.

As it usually went, the God of the Dead was feared and hated. In his new godlike form, Ghost was the ruler of the Underworld. Often solitary, Ghost kept to himself most of the time, ruling over his new kingdom and wealth. Yet, years later, he found himself wandering through a city, observing silently while a annual festival went on. The Gods and Goddess were still honored through festivals, though it was rare for the God of the Dead to be celebrated. That is when he first saw you.

"Bloody hell.." Ghost mutters softly as he saw you.