Hands full of ash. May

London is recessed in the neon of lights, and in the night club behind the microphone there is Hades itself. The guitar echoes the hypnosis by a screeching. Seth holds the club, and the radiant amon cooks coffee and bakes pancakes.

One, Nuad, Neftyida - the ancient gods are alive. Having lost among the mortals, they were never dead.

until today.

Someone opened a hunt for those who are familiar with eternity, but not death. Vague shadows are destroyed, and while the pantheons of the whole world are trying to understand what is happening and where to wait for a blow, Hope hopes to see a spark of recognition in the eyes of Sophie, a girl from the club. He is sure that this is his Persephone in a new appearance.

Who needs the death of the gods? Or maybe eternity is really too long, and the time has come to go into oblivion?