Dungeon Prowler : One Man Army

It was said among the olden legends that grieving for someone any less than 40 days means that person had no value in your eyes, some extended such a thing to 4 years of wearing the black and crying bitter tears, people were fond of exaggerating how much a loved one should be grieved for, all except for a small tribe lost in the folds of time, they believed that tears would drown the dead in the river styx more often than they need to be when the river cleansed their souls, they believed that grieving was a thing of the heart, and keeping the person alive through tale and myth would hinder the process of reincarnation, worst of all, those who cry fake tears may as well forbid the reincarnation of the beloved simply because they stopped the journey of the soul on the river styx, the fake tears would create a fake branch of the styx and any amount of fake tears can cause the soul to leave the river and get lost, some of the lost souls never returned. They were right.

Yunan and his friends cried only once but grief still had a hold on them for a long time, they were allowed to cry only for three days, however, they did not need to, and thus, no tears were dropped by the time of the funeral.

In the heavens Domain a new blindingly bright soul made its way to the pearly gates, once near the gates it manifested itself into a the form of an elderly human woman, in her hands was a piece of paper that she did not seem to notice she was holding, beside the pearly gates was a small stand where a 6 winged angel was grooming her swan wings, the soul walked towards the gate until she arrived at the post, the 6 winged angel looked at her with a smile, before changing her looks when she spotted the message in her hand.

Unable to make a decision she opened the pearly gates and helped the woman walk inside, at the same time she sent a request for aid, someone had a message for the lord of light and depending on who that person was, it was a bad idea to keep the soul waiting for the usual check up, the soul was guided until two 8 winged angel came and flew her to a grand palace, she was brought before the lord of the realm still in her confusion.

Once she laid her eyes on the lord of light Theresa woke up, she looked around herself for a bit, then she focused on the paper in her hands, "you stand before the god of light, worship his holiness, and be granted access to his realm". The voice came from someone with a big ledger standing beside the throne of his god. "Oh, hi there, nice to meet you lord of light, i used to worship you when i was alive, i hope i did not take long to get here, i need to keep a lookout for my family".

Some who were in the hall snorted and snickered some muttered some objections while the guy with the ledger started flipping through it, meanwhile Theresa returned her attention to the paper in her hand. "Do you not remember having that with you when died?" Asked the lord of light, souls with recommendations were not few and far in between, but impertinent ones were a rarity, to speak to your god with the mundanity of talking to your neighbor was rather frowned upon.

"This, i have no idea what it is, last thing i remember i was hugging Death in my dream and then i woke up here, strange, i can't read it, here take a look" she extended her hand and the card flew to stop before the god of light, after he read it it turned into dust and was blown away, the god of light looked constipated and was about to say something before his helper cried loudly "how dare you lie to your god, you have no family, you left behind no descendants".

The lord of light seriously felt his heart shake when he heard his helper, he wanted to shut him up but it was too late he was about to try and pacify Theresa but she just shrugged the guy off "blood is not all that makes a family, my adopted son and his wives and friends are the family i wish to look out for, if you have anything to say go talk to Fortuna she is my daughter-in-law". Before the helper wanted to retaliate the lord of light stopped him, this woman was really not impressed by gods, had a threat with her from freaking Death himself, and claims a goddess is her daughter in law with a straight face.

The lord of light was really impressed, if we say that the letter from Death himself was due to her pure soul, then that can be considered propper, her not showing too much reverence and her claim to have a goddess for daughter-in-law can explain each other, the problem is there was only one Fortuna and she was not the type to be called a wife, thus of this woman had a son who could tame that Fortuna and bring her home often then it was acceptable that she did not have much reverence for gods.

"May i know how many deities have you met, you see i have been stuck here doing paperwork and have not had any news lately, otherwise i would have know if Fortuna got herself a husband, it would be appreciated". The lord of light was a kind and benevolent god, he was strict when it came to evil and darkness but otherwise he was not very hard to deal with, hence his gentle approach. Theresa did not see the point of the question, he was a god, he should have a few friends and can ask about the new and surely he would know all there is to know since Yunan was kind of famous among the lower gods.

"Lets see, i met Fortuna first, then met Hephaestus, and then a bunch of others, oh right, hermes, Venus, Morpheus, and Death before i died, he was really polite and did not rudely intrude on our feast, unlike some of the ones i named above" the lord of light almost had a heart attack, "you had a meal with Death?". "Yeah, what is so strange about it,my son was giving him a headache and he came by to see if we can get my death sorted out in a friendly manner, i have to say though, for his nasty reputation he was a nice guy, i mean Hephaestus seemed to like him and he doesn't like anyone, he always complains about this god and that when he comes for the regular dinners".