"Ooh Kyril," they would say. "Won't you please spare me for another day?" The asshole gods would beg. "Whoa, what is this noise in my home? What is this I cannot see with burning hands holding me?" The mortals would ask. "I am Kyril." He would answer.. "I'll open the door to Heaven or Hell for you." "Could you wait another day to call me?" They'd ask, thinking him as Death. His response was always the same. A game of Hide and Seek. If he didn't find them before midnight, they could live for another decade. If he found them before then...