"It wasn't him, you big oaf. No one knows how we got here, none of us know who this "Lady Hel" is supposed to be, and no one cares who she is. She can't help us, so she is worthless. If she's so great, why doesn't she save you?" He spits out the next sentence like a curse. "The Gods don't care. They never have, and they never will." His eyes glow evilly. "You're pathetic. A weakling, crawling in the footsteps of the great, trying your hardest to please those who don't even know you exist." He floats into the air, his cloak flaring out. "You have nothing when you work for another. All they do is use you, and what do you have to show for it? Pain, suffering, heartbreak, and death. That is all you get." He spins his scythe in anticipation.