Tales of The Underworld

A dark and dreary place,

They say.

A place reeking of hoplessness,

Of the end.

But, it's only the beginning,

Our souls swim, trying not to sink any more than they already have.

A dark, obscure place.

Nothing to breathe life into,

Only death.

Oh, except HER.

But, even she had to give up

The eternally beautiful fields

On the surface.

For six months, at least.

The King can be kind, it seems.

His cold heart can feel love.

A cold and dreary place,

Where demons sing and dance,

Bringing misery to us all.

The fallen ones are greedy,

That's why The Mighty wasn't able to quench the thirst.

The survival is crucial,

Though you're mostly not alive.

Witches make business transactions, for protection or power, what else?

They might take an unholy lover, if the lover is unholy enough.

What a jolly crew, those from the Underworld!

Who knows, we might get to meet them once our time in this upper Hell is up.

We don't need to do much, haven't we already done enough?

The punishment feels like a reward, no one wants or believes in Heaven these days.

A cold and dreary place, the Underworld seemingly is.

A fun place, as well.

A more honest one, because being evil feels more sincere, less fake, and less time consuming.

The Underworld it is!