Paperwork.

A think he had to do everyday, every second of the day. It was his job.

Ruling, guiding, controlling the underworld where the souls of the dead wandered, seeking rest and refuge.

And oh lord, did he had a lot of work.

He usually did it himself. He never had any advocates besides his trusting hound Cerberus, which was more like a lap dog to him than the monster it should be.

He sat in his room, paper rolls and files were scattered around him, the shelves stuffed with paperwork of the souls he was reigning over.

He sighed as he felt his eyes burn. He had been awake for what? Three months? Even tho he was a god, he needed sleep sometimes.

He had even asked Poseidon and Zeus, his two younger brothers, to help him with the paperwork. But both of them fell asleep after the first three documents.

They were snoring loudly and leaning against him, due to being very much taller than them. He was the perfect pillow.

He rolled his eyes. He needed help with this or he wouldn’t get this done by the end of the century.