Underworld.
Keres. The goddess of violent death.
Her name alone once made souls tremble, for she was not content to simply watch the dying.
She delighted in blood, in screams, in the tearing of flesh and spirit. Eons ago, her days were spent prowling the prisons of Tartarus, tormenting the damned.
On occasion, she would slip into the overworld, unleashing massacres simply to amuse herself.
She was chaos incarnate. No law, no restraint, no respect.
Then came Hades.
When he descended into the Underworld and declared himself king, he did not do so with empty words.
He marched into every corner, from the silent fields of endless plains to the screaming pits of Tartarus, and subdued every god, spirit, and monster that dared resist.
Keres had laughed when he arrived. She thought him just another arrogant Olympian, one who would soon bleed like all the rest.
