Gods are immortal beings.
Unlike mortals, they do not die no matter how much time passes.
Even if they lose faith from humans, are trapped in Tartarus, or beheaded.
Before Christ.
After Christ.
According to the arbitrary concepts divided by humans, it is the 21st century AD.
The gods of Olympus still exist.
That includes me, Hades, the god of the underworld.
I have many children, and the underworld has become quite automated, so I have a lot of free time.
Of course, there are times when I have to make important judgments, but compared to the past, it's like Elysium.
Naturally, the faces of all the gods, like Charon, Thanatos, and Hypnos, showed leisure.
On the other hand, I am struggling with a bit of a headache.
It's a matter concerning my children.
"Father. It's me."
I was leaning back with my eyes closed in the audience chamber when I heard a voice calling me from outside.
It was the voice of Zagreus, the son born between Persephone and me.
"Zagreus? Come in."
"Yes."
Zagreus opened the door to the audience chamber and walked in.
He looked neat in a black suit, but his tired face and the way he rubbed his eyes... he must have worked late again.