Prologue: The General Dies

I was in the middle of a gigantic gray hall, and standing in front of me was a towering figure of authority, an old acquaintance. The figure was entirely gray, cloaked in black—this was Death, or as he was known in my world: Charon.

"You've given me quite the trouble, you know?" Charon sighed, looking at me.

I merely shrugged. "I can't have overdone it that much for you to be this angry..."

"OVERDONE!? What was that mess you made?"

I scratched my head. "Just something I had to do..."

"You've only caused me trouble, General Icarus. That's what you are now, isn't it? After everything, you went back to being a General..."

I ignored him. It had been a long time since anyone called me General.

"There are no more Gods for you to kill, no enemies to defeat, no entities to sacrifice. You killed them all, your fury swept across this land."

"Just send me to hell, Charon. I don't want to stay here dwelling on the past," I said.

"Hahaha, hell would be eternal torment for some, but a paradise for you. I'm afraid if I send you there, you'll decide to start another revolution and kill its leader. I'll send you to a place much worse..."

I looked at him, puzzled. "A place worse than hell?"

He laughed. "Exactly, a much worse place. Hell is torment for those who crave paradise, but you don't crave paradise, so there's no point in sending you there... but there is a place worse... much worse for you."

"I doubt there's a place worse than hell, Charon. But I'll accept my fate gladly."

He sighed. "Still the same... do you regret the life you led?"

"No! My only regret is not having the power to bring Athena back to life to kill her again."

He began to laugh. "Hahahaha, until next time, God-Slayer and Lord of Titans. At the age of 25, you managed to accumulate more achievements and losses than anyone in history. How did someone who ruled the world as the Supreme God choose to destroy himself? But don't worry, the hell I'll send you to will be worse than any other... because you'll fear leaving it."

I found his words strange.

Charon approached my face and murmured to me, "A hell where the suffering will be fearing to lose it," he said, then stepped back, pointing to a door with a bright light emanating from it.

I found his phrase odd, but decided to ignore it. "Until next time, Charon, I will gladly head towards this hell."

He merely smiled at me. "Believe me... you don't want to see me again. Goodbye, General Icarus."

I walked towards the white door and crossed through it.

How could this be the worst hell that ever existed?