The majestic palace of the Underworld shone under the light of the eternal moon, the one under which not only tiny stars hid, but also the souls of the dead, watching the arriving guest. A guest who, apparently, was not at all familiar with the local rules, desperately hoping for salvation from the gods... salvation from love.

—I beg you, oh Lord...

The words of desperate and pitiful plea in this palace, before the gloomy throne of the Lord of the Underworld, were not heard for the first time and were clearly not something... special. Since time immemorial, hundreds, thousands of mortals have rotted here, on the dead lands, without a chance to return to the Mortal World, where they came from.

—My Eurydice... she did not deserve this at all. The snake... she stepped on the snake by mistake, completely by accident...!

the throne room, immersed in the silence of death, was filled with the souls of the other dead, as well as the high judges. Aeacus, Rhadamanthus and Minos... the three men standing at the foot of the oppressive throne on which sat the Lord himself with the Lady. Hades... with his Persephone.

the trial of Orpheus' beloved... his Eurydice, the one who was bitten by the evil snake on the leg, in the dark forest. separated lovers, almost spouses, separated by death... could these two go against the rules by reuniting? could these two go against the words of the god of death, the judges and ultimately... the two Lords of the Underworld?