The Underworld is always cold and damp. There are no stars, no sun. Nothing to tell you how much time has passed or how long you have spent in darkness.

And yet, despite all of that, your world is beautiful.

It is a kingdom of shadow, the only light being the glow of the rivers Styx and Phlegethon, whose waters you have seen the shades of the dead pass through as they are carried back up to the living world, reborn once more.

"Baby Sibling."

A voice cuts through the darkness and you turn around, your face splitting into a sneer at the sight of your elder brother standing before you. "You stole Persephone From her mother, you must return her or else" he growls "punishment is imminent if you continue this childish tantrum."