Xeon had always despised his role as God of Souls. It was enough that he had to care for the spirits of ordinary people but, then there were those like you.

Blessed and cursed to be born with a pure soul. You could ascend to godhood eventually but, until then, you were like a babe in the midst of a battlefield. Wildly unprotected and in danger.

"What is with you mortals and your inability to listen?" Xeon complained, picking you up by your waist.

You'd been trying to sneak out...again.