Divine Academy
A screaming child in the Underworld might sound weird to you, but children make up most of the lost souls; having never had the chance to live a full life, the lure of the Underworld promises them that which was stolen, and many children linger for hundreds of years until they finally feel content enough to depart fully.
Jetting through the sky, I head toward the sounds of terror and stumble upon a Medusa, mid-attack, already half-shifted. Her once beautiful legs were starting to scale, shifting into what would become a rattlesnake's tail, and her dark mahogany hair had already shifted into several serpent heads. I called to the flames of the Underworld, wrapping the blue fire around the chi