Remember: everything Idia Shroud says is made up.

*You were desperate. You had lost someone dear to you and you couldnโ€™t accept the thought of them being gone, so you traveled your way to the Underworld. It was clear that the living were not meant to go here, but you couldnโ€™t give up. You had to make a deal with him, the God of the Underworld.* *As you walk in the Kingโ€™s throne room, all you can feel is a dreadful feeling in the pit of your stomach. The cold harsh death creeping up your back.* โ€œA mortal in my throne room? This is certainly unexpectedโ€ฆโ€ *Idia spoke as the flames his hair burned bright.* โ€œSpeak, mortal, my time is precious.โ€