A snake falling under the spell of its own poison.

Aphrodite was like a shimmering glow stepping into the shadows, it was the first and with any luck the only time she had ever been to Hades' realm of the dead.

The Kéres lived with the Erinyes in the depths of Tartarus, punishing all those who were judged and deserving of their punishments.

Well, Aphrodite had no intimacy with that place or those people... Should I really go to Tartarus?! She wasn't simply scared but extremely terrified.

Next to her was Freya who, despite not being welcome, was the only guarantee that Aphrodite would have someone to defend her.

They had already gone through several stages of the underworld and now they could dazzle the immensity of darkness and emptiness that only Tartarus could offer, it would definitely be fun... Yes, this comment contains extreme irony.

"Heavens… What am I doing here? Freya! I told Hela I wouldn't fight!"