He had been expecting it. Guy knew that he would get summoned sooner rather than later. He wasn't disappointed or anxious about it. If anything, he was excited.

Guy was bored. Once you go over the whole shock and awe of it all, Hell was a pretty dull place. It wasn't everything that the hype had been setting up.

True, his circumstances were different than most. Most people got booked on the cruise over the Styx without much second-guessing. They were along for the ride. Guy had accompanied Angel. Always the supportive boyfriend.

He thought maybe she had brought him along to her hometown, so to speak, to discourage him from continuing their relationship—the trip home to meet Dad. She’d show him around her old haunts and introduce him to people and things he couldn’t possibly remember. Then, they would head back with questions and uncertainties. They would break up. He would go on to a lovely new girl and complain about how hard it had been to be in love with The Angel of Death.

He wasn't having it. He wasn't that easy to shake off.

So she had apparently tried another ploy: parking him alone in the room while she went off to workshops and seminars and caught up on endless work-related stuff. And Guy was left behind to be bored.

So a summons from Hades was perfect—time to shake things up.

“He's a tall, thin bastard,” Guy thought. He was ushered into the throne room, where he was studied in absolute silence for a long time. He waited.

"So you're the one," the Old Man said after a time. Guy nodded and stepped forward to offer a hand that wasn't received.

"I'm Guy."

More silence. Just those cold, dark eyes. Staring at Guy.

"You have a nice place here," Guy said looking around. "Very spacious."

"You know how it goes," Hades said. "You have to have room. Everyone is dying to get in."

Guy snorted. "I see what you did there. That's a dad joke."

With that, the Old Mand slapped his knee. The halls reverberated with a deep, dark laughter, which Guy found infectious. He liked this Old Man.