DELPHIA
The Underground called to her. Not because there were many dead left, Ludo had done an excellent job collecting the souls of those who had lived here, but because there were a great many who had perished in this place. She could still feel the imprint they had left in the place, and she wasn’t surprised by it. It was dark and cold and lonely – those who died here had likely suffered long before they moved on to Ludo and ultimately Mort. It was a good reminder of why those who lived feared the day they met her father – because for many, their passing would be the most painful aspect of their life.
And so as she walked the maze-like network of crumbling tunnels she slowly drifted into the realm of the dead herself, naught but a translucent apparition, the echoes of those past ringing loudly in her ears. Sometimes her job was to send souls on to her father. Other times her job was to simply listen and empathize and comfort, until the remaining ties of the dead released their hold for good.
And so as she walked the maze-like network of crumbling tunnels she slowly drifted into the realm of the dead herself, naught but a translucent apparition, the echoes of those past ringing loudly in her ears. Sometimes her job was to send souls on to her father. Other times her job was to simply listen and empathize and comfort, until the remaining ties of the dead released their hold for good.
Here in the forest dark and deep
I offer you
Eternal Sleep
