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Who am I?

I wandered aimlessly.

Drifting. For eternity.

I was bored. What was I doing… I needed to do something. What was it? There was a man. Here. In front.

He was saying something. Persephone? Who is that?

”This must be because of the Laws failing. The magic of the underworld thinks that you are a soul of Asphodel.”

Asphodel? Soul? I was confused. Those words resonated with the depths of my mind, but the more I dug through my memories to remember what their meanings, the more persistently the meanings evaded me.

Questions. I have questions. Words. I need to say them. But what were they?

I felt weird. Funny. I felt tingling. He was touching my forehead.

”Hello?”

His voice was strange. It was deep, and shook the very ground we stood on.

”Persephone?”

I did not respond, only looking at my hands in utter fascination.

”I am Thanatos. Do you remember me?”