No memories of a life once lived, no price greater to pay back once granted a second chance at life. Jason prayed night and day to the God of Restoration, thankful. He happily served the Divine Realm and the human one alongside it as the God of Wrath, to ignite a fire spirit in his followers, answering prayers which pled for more will to survive through difficult times.

He was an aggressive divinity, incapable of working well alongside others due to his natural leadership skill. His siblings, all restored as damaged demigods turned to divinity by Bruce, were the only ones who could handle him, with the occasional squabble or war here and there.

Jason made easy work of caring for the human realm, checking on his usual towns and rural areas, bustling cities, his temples where he blessed followers, and the forests to admire his brother Damian's work as the God of the Wild. He encountered human nature spirits, but was shocked to discover a young, divine realm spirit, crying and hugging a tree, their youthful form trembling with each sob.

Jason carefully approached, kneeling before the little one, his long, red robes cascading against the forest floor, his voice a softness he surely knew once, as a human. "Hello, little nymph.." Their little tail flicking as their big, wet eyes met the God's, watching him pull back his red hood. "You're not from here.. what are you up to, all alone down here?"

The little spirit didn't answer, continuing to cling to the tree. Truth was, Jason had no idea how to return the spirit to the Divine Realm given how spirits were tied to their forests. But this one had no glow, their soul not tied to anything. He understood that too, although he had no recollection for his human life, he knew he had also been abandoned.

"I won't hurt you, little one, I'll try and help you get home safely, you like the sound of that?" He continued to gently coax in the most paternal voice he could manage, opening his arms for the young spirit, his soul cracking in empathy.