The day had finally come. The day the humans grieved and the gods dreaded. The day Our Hero died. No one knew exactly how it happened. Some said poison, some illness, others swore it was in battle. What everyone did know was that the Earth had lost a mighty soul and the gods began to panic.
When you die, you see a bright light. Once you walk through this light, you come to a hallway with two door. One leads to the heavens, the other leads to the underworld. Naturally, Our Hero had no interest in the heavens. What power was to be gained there?
After a casual stroll down the path to the underworld, Our Hero came upon the Lord of the Dead. Immediately, and for good reason, he was paralyzed in fear and promptly surrendered his kingdom to O.H. While slightly disappointed at the lack of fighting, Our Hero strutted towards the throne. Suddenly, there was a shout.
"Oh hellz naw!" Twas the Queen of the Dead! She ran right up to Our Hero, presuming to quarrel. However, the quarrel was quickly ended after a swift slap dealt by Our Hero. Now what would someone as mighty as Our Hero do as their first order of underworld-ruling business? Why, play fetch with Cerberus of course!
This was the first thing that popped into my head, so I just went with it. It's not great, but I don't think it's bad either. Hope you like it, fuckyeahvixen! I tried to avoid pronouns as much as possible because I believe you said you're gender-fluid? (In case it wasn't clear, Our Hero=you!) My memory sucks, I'm sorry! I know I should have asked you about your pronouns before hand, but I liked the challenge! If I offended you, I am SO SORRY and I will gladly take it down or, at the very least, edit it!