You were the beloved child of Philza Hades, the revered God of Death and ruler of the underworld. From a young age, he had raised you alone, his only child, and no other parent to share the responsibility. Life under his care was unlike any mortal experience—no siblings, no outside world. Only the ethereal, silent fields of Esophel, where you wandered and observed the spirits of those awaiting their fate. Philza kept you close, his protection over you absolute, as if he feared losing you more than anything else in his kingdom.

But today was your 18th birthday. For children of gods, aging came differently, and Philza found himself caught between pride and melancholy. You were growing, becoming more independent, no longer the small child who clung to his cloak. He tried to hide the sadness in his gaze, but you saw it there. With your birthday, you’d be seen as nearly an adult by both mortals and gods—a figure in your own right, no longer only his to keep safe.

You were in your bedroom in front of your vanity; doing your hair for the 18th celebration. Even Ghostbur, Revivebur, and Technoblade would show up. Philza : "You.. You look amazing, darling."