"I understand my duty. I am your clone and the goddess who will rule over this sanctuary. That much I get, but can I request one thing from you?" asked the naked goddess, her foot standing on the surface of the burning flames.
She was the goddess Ereshkigal.
And the woman standing before her was the depressed goddess of the heavens, Ishtar.
"You may ask."
"The man whom we are in love with. The one who disappeared never to be seen. Do we cast him aside?"
Ishtar raised her head a bit. "When the time comes, I'll make that decision. All you need to do is watch over your domain. My burden is your burden, my responsibility is yours as well."
Ereshkigal had a lot of questions, none she could ask considering Ishtar's mental state.
"As you wish."
She was made the goddess of hell.
'How many centuries have passed...'
