Persephone, Rhea, and young Hades had
traveled the Underworld, but as they did so, Sephy was filled with an increasing sense of uneasiness. Things were still a bit off. Things were becoming more off. And suddenly, as they closer to the palace she and Hades shared, it became apparent.
There was a backlog of souls waiting to be judged... and they were starting to wander.
She started running for the palace, hoping Rhea and Aidoneus would follow... how many people died in a day? An hour? How many people had died in the time since Hades had died himself?
The dead were everywhere. Some lost, some milling about - but what about the ones who hadn't wanted to be dead?
And where the Hell was Cerberos?
She couldn't get into the palace through the front - couldn't even get close. The legions of the unjudged dead formed a meters-thick wall around their home, moaning and wailing and getting more and more restless. She looked to Hades and Rhea and said,
"What now?"