Zeus, Ruler of the Stars, Father of Heroes.
Poseidon, Lord of the Depths, Master of the Beasts.
Hades, King of Death, Judge of Virtue.
The Triad of Olympus, the Chief Gods who rule over the Sky, the Sea, and the Underworld.
But such lofty hegemons, what would a mortal of the ancient times get by worshipping them? A lot, actually. Death comes for everyone, the seas are lucrative for trade, as horizon for exploration, and the source of abundant food, whilst the sky is above everyone, and may occasionally grant them live-giving rain.
But what of the very earth you stand upon, Son of Man?
What of me?
What of Auros?
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
OR
Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.