After a long and arduous Titanomachy, the gods began to gather in the Underworld.
The reason for this was that I, the king of the Underworld, had proclaimed that I would hold a wedding here.
Rumors spread that our victory in the Titanomachy was due to the intervention of Lady Nyx, and it was declared by Zeus that my contributions were the greatest.
It was only natural.
While Heracles had slain the most Gigantes during the Titanomachy, I was the one who persuaded Prometheus, defended Mount Etna where Typhon was buried, and brought in Lady Nyx.
In any case, the Olympian gods scattered across the world flocked to the Underworld, causing a bit of a commotion.
At the River Acheron, deities and souls gathered to board Charon's boat to head to the Underworld...
"Is this the Underworld? It's my first time here..."
"Those from Olympus should hurry along. I'm busy ferrying souls."
"Ah! Lord Charon!"
"My, how much the ferry has changed since I last saw it..."
"Isn't that a steel boat instead of a ferry?"
Of course, Charon, the ferryman of the Underworld, had been working hard.
It was a victory feast for the Titanomachy, and my wedding was also being held in the Underworld, so there was no helping it.