In the cold, cavernous depths beneath Hades' Hanging Fortress, there existed a chamber, hewn from obsidian and lined with flickering torches of blue Underworld fire, this was the Hall of Silence, the meeting chamber of the Twelve Patrons of the Underworld.
No spirits had ever seen it. Even many gods feared to step inside.
But now, for the first time in yeaes, the patron gods returned.
One by one, they arrived.
First came Thanatos, cloaked in shadow, quiet and grim.
He said nothing, merely walked to his seat with the air of judgment itself. Cold mist clung to his cloak.
He crossed his arms and closed his eyes, breathing steadily.
Then came Hypnos, floating lazily into the hall, yawning, his eyelids heavy even now.
"Do we really need all twelve for this?" he muttered, plopping into his chair like a tired cloud.
Keres entered next, blood still drying on her hands, her grin sharp as her nails.
