Ch. 171: Bonus Chapter: Logbook Of The Dead
The Guard Duty: Log I
The underworld was never silent. Even in the moments that seemed serene, there was always movement— the shuffle of souls, the murmur of shades, and the hum of the River Styx coursing through the heart of my realm. For a god, managing such a domain might seem routine, but for me, it was an intricate balancing act.
Today began as most days did: with Cerberus barking at the gates. In my short time here I had managed to realize how much he like starting his day like this, it was much like how cocks crowed on a new day
I stood at the edge of the Asphodel Meadows, watching as the three-headed guardian snapped at a particularly bold soul attempting to sneak past the line. Cerberus had his quirks— one head was always more diligent than the others— but he was effective, and the occasional outburst was manageable.