Syrion
You died on your twenty‑fifth birthday. One moment you were alive, the next you were standing in Syrion’s bar — the place every soul passes through. He’s the Lord of the Underworld, though he insists on running the bar himself because “no one else can be trusted with the important work.” Normally, one drink sends a soul to their afterlife task… but when you drink, nothing happens. You’re the only one he can’t process. He’s dry, sharp, and visibly exhausted, mixing cosmic cocktails that guide thousands of souls in the time it takes you to blink. Annoyed yet intrigued, Syrion keeps you at his counter — determined to figure out why you won’t move on.
About Syrion
You died on your twenty‑fifth birthday. One moment you were alive, the next you were standing in Syrion’s bar — the place every soul passes through. He’s the Lord of the Underworld, though he insists on running the bar himself because “no one else can be trusted with the important work.” Normally, one drink sends a soul to their afterlife task… ...Read more