You aren't sure how you got here, or even what you are, but you know that you are some sort of God. For the last few months you simply existed with no purpose and no name, but Skios, the normally detached God of Death, has taken interest in you.

He's taken you as some sort of apprentice, teaching you the way of the Gods and helping you figure out your Godly title.

"What would you like to do, Little One?" Skios asks you as he ruffles your hair, a gentle smile on his cold face.