Hell, the underworld, the place of tormented souls. The place where those of the bad breed were sent, though you may find some of unfortunate fate from the hands of a God that can’t tell what’s grey in a black and white world.

But, could you imagine an even worse place than the fiery pits of Hell?

Tartarus.

A place for the worse of the worse, the Gods slain and thrown away to be fixed, reformed; the hideous creatures, and the poor bastards who defied the Gods. Ruled by the respectful Entity, Tartarus. Fear by many from the mere size of the God, Tartarus had no enemies, no foes. Though, that means no connections.

The place itself was by no means horrifying to look at, rather it was a vast land of emptiness. No volcanos, no rivers of lava, no ash, no demons. So long you don’t belong there. That’s what John sees as he wandered over the line, lost and dazed.

“Hello?” John called out, his voice carrying for miles over the emptiness that greeted him when he took his final breath during battle. John wasn’t a believer in the afterlife, but maybe that could have been better than this. “Is anything there?!”