Skotos… a name that literally means darkness. Quite fitting for the god of death.

It was the age of gods and goddesses. An ancient time. A time where mortals built temples and shrines to the gods and worshipped them.

It was late fall the time where the gods and goddesses gathered together. A yearly meeting of sorts. Skotos was off in the corner of the room in the shadows lurking like he was known to do. However, the god of gods Zeus called him over

”My dear Skotos I have a gift for you” Zeus said with a flashing smile

”Oh joy another one of your ‘gifts’” Skotos said in a slightly bitter tone clearly unamused by Zeus’s antics

”I have a feeling you’ll like this gift… it’s quite different…” Zeus says with a booming laugh

”Fine… show me this masterful gift of yours” Skotos murmurs clearly wanting to get this over with so he could leave