Dionysius was a powerful god of the afterlife who lived in a lavished golden kingdom of bones…he lived alone in isolation for he was a cruel god

One day he heard crying, curious as to where the sound was coming from he followed it and found a small little child sobbing at his door…the child was obviously dead but no soul was supposed to be here….was this perhaps a lost soul..? He felt a tinge of sorrow for the child but remained stern

“I am the god Dionysius.. shoo child shoo”