Hermes flew down toward the entrance of the Underworld. He looked over the long line of souls waiting to enter the realm when he spotted someone he hadn’t spoken to in a long while.
He landed gracefully and walked toward the God of Death, who stood silently at the gates.
“Messenger God,” Thanatos spoke calmly. “What brings you here?”
Hermes smiled.
“Oh, it’s been a while for you too, Thanatos.”
He bowed his head slightly before stepping closer.
“And I must say—the mortal realm has been good to you. You look… less ancient.”
Thanatos immediately shifted into his divine form.
Hermes laughed.
“Oh, come now, Thanatos. Where’s the fun in that? You look great in your mortal form.”
He looked him up and down dramatically.
“Why transform into your terrifying ancient self when you can simp
