Well, She Sure Is Ugly
William found himself staring at a giant gate with a white skull at its center. Beyond the gate was the throne room where the God that ruled over the Underworld was waiting for him.
"Please, enter," the black-haired lady politely bowed to William. "This is as far as I go. I bid you a good day."
Without another word, the black-haired lady walked away without a backward glance. Her role was complete, and it was now time for her to attend to her other duties that required her immediate attention.
William took a step forward and pressed his hands over the gate, pushing it open. He didn't exert a lot of strength, and only opened a gap wide enough for him to enter.
"You've kept me waiting, Half-Elf."
A cold voice, that didn't bear a single trace of warmth, reached William's ears as soon as he stepped inside the throne room.