Underworld. Captial City of Nox.
Dead Drunk, a bar belonging to an underworld lesser god of bars and alcohol.
The bar was specially rowdy tonight. The scent of strong underworld wine filled the air, and laughter echoed off the obsidian walls.
Divine spirits, heroic spirits, and a few lesser gods crowded around low tables, their cups overflowing.
"Did you hear?" a divine spirit with goat horns said, slamming his drink down. "The King was seen walking in the fields with Lady Hecate yesterday. Looked almost like a date!"
"Almost?" a heroic spirit snorted. "She looked like she was about to hex anyone who got close. That's not a date, that's a threat."
Everyone laughed.
"I still say Lady Aphrodite is the best match," a lesser god of rivers chimed in, grinning. "She's love itself! Imagine the King smiling more often. The whole Underworld would feel lighter."
"Or burn down," someone muttered, earning another round of laughter.
