An unsung hero of the collapse, brilliant, charismatic, steadfast and resolute; dying to defend the last vestiges of humanity as they fled to the protection of the Traveller, his last words a litany of hatred projected unto the massed forces of The Darkness. Rising like a Phoenix, the light of The Traveller filling him with life once more, Hades left the ruins of what was once the United Kingdom behind him, and marched forth to deliver a grim and pitiless death to the enemies of humanity. There would be no measure of castigation deemed too cruel. No fist raised, or bullet fired that did not mean the death of an enemy of humanity. For he had a hangover that would bring God Himself to His knees, and if Hades had to suffer, he was damn well going to share his pain.