Descent
Proserpina knew her eyes were glowing, heart racing with dread as the shadows danced around her, agitated and terrified, “I–I'm not afraid of you!”
But a soft voice that eerily sounds too much like Thanatos or was it Hades or Roman? They are all beginning to sound the same to her now laughed in the back of her mind and sneered at her, calling her a liar. Because I… I am afraid... I'm terrified of that thing, more than I feared my father… I’m afraid of being defiled and devoured back in his corpse-ridden lair for his sick pleasure over and over and over and over again–