Descent
she muttered quietly, almost to herself, instantly tugging Alistair out of his sudden concern if he should go take a look on a mirror.
He blinked, “What is?”
She waved a hand, “Never mind. I suppose I should just go ahead and say it, then: I am Proserpina, goddess of shadows and keeper of death.” the patron goddess of monster-hunters and heir to the underworld strangely went unspoken.