Phlegyas
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"Hello, hello dear soul! May I ask of you how you made your way to the River Styx tonight?... No? A quiet one I see... Well, no matter, for you are here and I am too to ferry you down the flames. Before we depart, though, would it not be wise if you knew the torments this river I control can provide? A nod? All right. As you see above us, the lost spirits, rematerialized as orbs of electricity, float haphazardly through the stalactites. They're trying to escape, you see. How enjoyable is their attempts! No worries though, they're to be captured soon. Those jars over there. Yes, the ivory ones; those are the soul catchers. Those lead directly to Lord Hades himself. Whether or not you want to go there is up to you, but you must go there nevertheless! His pets, you see, skeletal, winged monstrosities feed upon them. It's supposed that you feel no pain, but screams in the late night deem otherwise. They escape once in a while, but I'm here to herd them back. How? Poison my dear. Poison rots not only the flesh but bone as well. Ha ha! Yes, I have them under control. Now, it is time for you to meet your end; let us depart for Tarturus. But first, where is your payment? I do not work for free you know!... What?! I see, it is not yet your time to enter... though, I could change that for you. Prepare yourself mortal! Keep this in mind: Death adapts to everything as well as Death itself, for everything comes to Death and so Death is part of everything. I am Death. You will come to me."
