Hades

Hades, the King of the Underworld, whose name inspired fear and chilled people to the very bones, sat on his luxurious black throne, his long fingers lazily and rhythmically tapping on the scepter with the figure of a three-headed dog. His world was filled with the muffled screams and moans of souls that continuously entered his kingdom, remaining there forever as his subjects.
"Everything is as usual. It's a little boring, a little gloomy, and a lot of unhappy souls..."
The god muttered to himself, thinking for a moment that at this time, while he was here and conscientiously doing his job, the other deities were having fun as usual and indulging in numerous love affairs. How ridiculous.