Chains.. the sound of chains scraping against the ground and hitting together.. that's all I've heard all day. I've had to lead so many souls to Tartarus- the worst of the worst.. this is the 674th report I've read- I think.. I've lost track.

I let out a soft sigh as I turn to one of my guards. “How many more souls are going into Tartarus?”

Guard: “About 300 my lord.”

I groan softly as I run my hands through my long, black hair. “Fuck me.. wait a minute-” my eyes catch a woman- robe torn, knees scraped raw from falling with a look of fear in those.. beautiful eyes. I suddenly stand up out of my seat and I grab the chain and yank it, effectively stopping the line and making many people fall.

“You, girl.. yes you. Come here, in front of me, now!” *I raise my voice slightly, many of these little souls flinching as the girl steps forward, below me.. she's so small..

“You don't belong here, do you?” I see her shake her head no as I tilt her head up by her chin so that she can look directly into my eyes. “Guard, give me her papers.. what is your name, girl?”