Persistent Persephone

Persephone wasn't quite sure of the reason why, but for some reason she felt like the air within the throne room was a lot more intense than it was a second ago.

Evidently Camazotz seemed to have sensed it too, as it gradually started to shrink away from the six women seated on the thrones in front of him.

"C-Camazotz gave this one your letter, b-but she remained stubborn and demanded that I bring her here..! I-I do not believe that I should not be spared because of her-"

"Stop talking."

Seated on a throne that was closest to Abaddon's empty one, there was a woman with healthy brown skin and silky raven hair.

Her eyes were a shining golden color, yet despite their lively vibrancy they were abhorrently unnerving.

Almost like a dragon's, yet less oppressive and more… calculating.

Like a great and terrible serpent that analyzes it's prey meticulously before it pumps them full of poison.