Poor Llewelyn. He was nothing more than an ordinary boy with ordinary needs and wanted nothing more than to spend time with his ordinary girl in an ordinary house with two point four ordinary tykes running around and causing ordinary domestic mayhem.
Then he got called into service by Uncle Sam where he predictably died an ordinary anonymous death, only to get called into service after death by Auntie Lenneth to fight in Ragnarok. Fate can be quite the meanie when she comes calling.
Well, at least life is a little more peaceful in the DL. Sure there are still battles (That he doesn't do too well in. Kid just doesn't have his heart in it.), but they're infrequent and not always to the death. And he has good friends here! Granted, friends whose idea of helping him with with his little phobia is to throw him into a swimming competition to drown in the view of billions around the multiverse, but friends nontheless! Right? Right?