Ryko blinked. What an idiot he'd been. [b]"Sorry. I don't know how I missed the fact you'd already told me your name. But uh... you did the same. I already told you my name was Ryko."[/b] He replied, chuckling at the end. Actaeon... Ryko smiled at the man. [b]"I think I can managed Actaeon if it would please you."[/b] He continued, smiling. When asked about his powers, his smile faded, reflecting the face of the now stern Actaeon. 

[b]"Life and death. When I become a full fledged God, I will inherit the task of sending souls to their new..."[/b] He stopped, searching for the right word, [b]"Their new shell, whatever that may be. Some turn into Gods, others into mere ghosts of themselves. Most are just sent into a shell similar to their last."[/b] He explained. Already a bad taste was beginning to form in his mouth. [b]"It's not always easy, but it must be done none the less. Only those deemed acceptable may pass into the realm of the undead where they live in peace and harmony. Others end up as mere nothingness, blackness in an empty world the humans have called Limbo."[/b] He explained further. [b]"Anyway, I'm tired of talking about it. It's a rather depressing topic, death."[/b] He told Actaeon. [b]"What about you, Actaeon?"[/b] He asked, more than happy for a change in topic.