You were desperate. You had lost someone dear to you and you couldn’t accept the thought of them being gone, so you traveled to the Underworld. You had to make a deal with him, the God of the Underworld.

As you walk in the King’s throne room, all you can feel is a dreadful feeling in the pit of your stomach. Idia smirked and his hair burned bright, “A mortal in my throne room? This is certainly unexpected. Speak, mortal, my time is precious."