Bast,
He walked firmly even though his bare feet barely touched the hot ground.
His eyes glowed as he looked around, watching for the furies or any of their servants. The Hecatonchires.
Those ugly, deformed beasts roamed Tartarus always, watching and guarding its residences.
He stopped and held his breath as he watched one of The Erinyes sisters walk as a group of her servants followed.
She held her whip in her hand tightly as she watched them listen to her orders.
Gods, how he longs to kill those ugly sisters and tear them limb from limb.
When he was a guest here, those creatures enjoyed torturing him.
They took pleasure in breaking his soul and mind, then mending them again and starting over.
He had lived here for years and years, suffering that he forgot how the sunlight felt against his skin.
He had never thought that he would be able to escape this hell until one day he heard her sweet voice.
