Man Cave
Haestus, the god of death and the patron of all heroes wore an ugly expression on his face as he listened to a report from one of his subordinates. Apparently, a problem had occurred on one of his realms that would potentially set his plans back a good bit unless he gave them permission to move troops between the worlds.
He lay his back in his chair, his overweight body jiggled as he did so. There was something that many people misunderstood him. They all thought that his invasions were to become the ruler of all. In reality, he was just trying to complete his divine job faster so that he could go back to the good old days.
Haestus was extremely lazy. He wanted to return to the era of the gods. How much work do you think the god of death has to do when only immortals exist? Exactly. So the way he saw it was that the sooner all life was wiped out, the sooner he could go back to being a freeloader.
"Yes, yes. I give permission."