Long before Kairo set foot in Hell, long before the arenas and the chains, the throne of the pit was empty. Hell simmered in chaos, a realm of torment without a master, its denizens clawing for dominance, waiting for a ruler to impose order.
It was then that Lucifer returned from Heaven, joining the ranks of the New Gods, his presence radiant and unnerving. He surveyed the pit below, not with fear, but with cold calculation.
"The pit burns without a hand to guide it," Lucifer said, voice echoing among the newly ascended. "It needs a ruler who understands both wrath and structure, who can bend chaos into order."
The New Gods debated. Some feared the wrong choice could destabilize the realms. Others whispered of power, of using Hell as a tool to maintain cosmic balance. Lucifer's gaze never wavered, fixed on the swirling shadows below.
And so it was decided: Hades, a being forged in suffering, cunning, and ambition, would ascend as Lord of Hell. Lucifer himself had chosen him, recognizing his hunger for control and his capacity to dominate even the pit itself.
Hades accepted, not with humility, but with promise: he would rule the realm with an iron will, imposing order over chaos. The demons bent to his command, phantom titans obeyed, and the Bone Blade — a weapon of old power — became one of his symbols, a reminder that Hell belonged to him alone.
From that day forward, no being could claim authority over Hell. No mortal, no demon, no god could challenge him — until now.
The flashback faded, returning to the present arena, where Kairo's audacity had ignited rebellion. Hades' centuries-long dominion, established by Lucifer's choice, now faced the impossible: a mortal child daring to demand freedom, chains rattling, Bone Blade at the ready.