Danmachi Familia from Hell

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A decade is 1/10 of a human's life. A mere 1/100 for an elf. Less than the time it take to blink an eye for a god. However, even though from Hades' perspective those ten years were nothing, they were still a time of great change for him. From a palace on the edge of Elysium and Tartarus to a modest cottage in a village at the end of the world. In the past, he had been served by nymphs, the dead, and even some gods. Today, he had to do without any service. It wasn't that the inhabitants of the settlement he had saved years ago didn't want to worship him. It was rather the king of the Underworld who didn't want it. When they wanted to build a monument, or maybe even an entire temple in his honor, he sternly rejected the idea. He convinced the elders that it would be better to concentrate the people's efforts and use the available funds to rebuild the destroyed areas of the village. Unfortunately, it wasn't that simple. The entire village was making a rather meager profit from the sale of grain. These were barely enough to cover the annual budget, and now that the granary had burned down, and with it most of the supplies for sale and for the winter, they were facing hunger and poverty.
At least that would have been the case if it weren't for the presence of Hades. Most knew him as the god of death, but as the ruler of the Underworld, he was also the god of wealth. He owned most of the natural goods extracted from the soil of his homeland. They included gold, from which the bracelets that were part of the outfit he had worn when he had descended to the Lower World were made.
The merchants who came every year to collect the grain and leave payment for the villagers appeared some time after the harvest had ended. They almost collapsed from surprise when, instead of the village head, a god stood before them, who did not sell wheat or rye, but pure gold. The merchants offered amounts that none of the peasants had ever dreamed of, but Hades firmly rejected their offers. He knew perfectly well that the people involved in selling grain would not be able to properly assess the value of the precious metals, but the pennies they wanted to push on him were an obvious attempt at fraud.
Thus, Hades and several men set off on a two-month journey to the nearest city and back. The elders begged the god to think it over. After all, the money offered would not only allow them to survive, thanks to it they would be able to rebuild their houses. In the city they might not want to buy from him, and other traders would not come here until the end of the next summer.
Imagine their surprise when the god's group and several pedestrians returned in carts with building materials, a group of workers, and even an architect. In the metropolis to which Hades had gone, all the experts unanimously claimed that they had never seen such pure gold, and they fought each other for real during the auction for the bracelets.
God did not allocate the money he had acquired solely for the reconstruction of houses. The builders, with the help of the inhabitants, cut down part of the surrounding forests, and the trees he had obtained were transformed into a palisade to prevent the monsters from destroying the settlement again in the future. A mill was even built on a nearby river, allowing flour production to begin.  After all, having finished products rather than raw ingredients allowed him to bypass the middlemen and increase profits. He did not know much about agriculture, only what he had heard from Demeter, but he could not be denied his business acumen.
The buildings that had survived the attack were renovated and modernized. One old woman literally cried with joy when she heard that she would have a real wooden floor, just like a princess in a castle, and not an ordinary threshing.
Perhaps out of respect for the dead, or perhaps because of his nature, Hades also built a cemetery, where real tombstones were placed for the deceased. In the past, the most the villagers could afford was to dig a hole in the ground and stick two sticks tangled together in the shape of a cross over it.
Golden-eyed brought a true era of prosperity, while everyone was dreaming dark visions of their future. He himself remained in the village to defend its inhabitants, should any monster dare to visit their area again. However, the villagers, who had their pride, did not want to rely solely on his strength. So they asked the ruler of the dead to teach them how to fight. He was not the god of war and could not make them masters of martial arts, but he had enough experience to teach them the basics of wielding a spear or shooting a bow.
The peasants were proud of their progress, but they had one more wish for Hades. With bent knees and bowed heads, they begged for the falna of the king of the Underworld. Although he had shown them his kindness more than once or twice, he categorically refused almost everyone. The only person who had gained his blessing was a woman wearing an identical wedding ring to his, Cora, who had been alive for exactly thirty years, and with whom he was lounging in the shade of a tree on a hill not far from their village.