I shoot down the clouds to the mortal world.  There are souls that need to be transported to the underworld. It seems like every other day people are dying. Much of the old traditions have not felled but modern technology is taking its hold on ever home. I start flying through the roads as fast as I can.

I see signs. I see advertising lines. The roads still are of old. It's easier for me to run on them. I'm the God of Speed and a bunch of other stuff. Speed cannot be stopped. I rush into a house and pull a soul out. The rules are still the same. The rules of my jobs still bind me. 

I've always been bound. No complaining but all my brothers and sisters feel like they're getting laid off easy. I suppose they all have duties. Hephaestus never sleeps as well as me. Apollo has to lift the sun. Death blooms like roses sometimes but today only a couple mortals fell. I am relieved that the modern age is making my agonizing job of going down to see my uncle Hades, a little bit of a relief.

But... I just feel out of the loop sometimes. Aphrodite and Ares have a thing. Athena never seems to understand pressure. All I feel is the pressure. My whole life is pressuring, but I don't mind it at all. I love it.