However he was created, Alex’s soul – to those who can see it – seems like an unbelievable twisting mass of instability. He really shouldn’t be alive, whole, and walking around, at least according to anyone who is able to see that deeply.
Fortunately, he stopped worrying about his “instability” a long time ago, as it doesn’t seem to have an effect on anything he does.
Snarky and clever, Alex had a rough start. An incredibly sickly child, he was traded by his father Jacob Engel to Hades in exchange for seven years added to his father’s life. Hades, always drawn to souls in bad shape, was more than happy to take Alex in to his strange family.
As a result, Alex grew up in the land of the dead – though I should say that doesn’t mean the next life. Whatever comes next, he hasn’t seen it yet; instead, he grew up in Home, the village Hades built to house the ruined souls he did his best to heal, but who weren’t willing or able to move on.
Until the day comes when he’s allowed to leave and head to a populated, living world, this mishmash of broken souls is all Alex knows – and apart from Hades, Dis, and the various Psychopomp employees, no one else knows much about him beyond the fact that he is Death’s son.
(As an author-aside, Alex was my first fully developed original character. I’ve had him in my head for 30 years, and it’s a delight to finally be able to reveal him to the world.)