Descent
From the corner of her eyes, Hades stood closer and regarded her–the daughter he cast aside years ago–his eyes looking over her battered face, impassively.
“You worry for him when he has been spared? Honestly, I will never understand you mortals...” he scoffed, shaking his head at her, looking baffled as he murmured: “…you, my dear, however, may not be as lucky.”
“I know. I am dying,” Winters sighed, craning up her neck to meet his condescending gaze, “…so help me.”
Daring to gaze at her father's fathomless eyes of black that looked like two pits of the void itself brought on the sorrow and fear of all humanity throughout the ages and a sense of helplessness suddenly sank over her heart like