Along the misty and chilly river of the underworld, the Styx, dark currents surged beneath the surface.
Beneath the inky depths, countless devils were in the process of resurrection.
Devils.
Manifestations of malevolence, born from ill intent.
This was the majestic curse woven from all the negative emotions of humanity over millennia.
In the deepest recesses of Hell within Greece's inner sea of the planet, this curse flowed into the Styx, forming this dark river.
Even Medea, who was intimately familiar with the shadows of the heavens, couldn't help but feel palpitations as she drifted upon this river of malevolence.
"So... dark, teacher..."
Hecate, upon hearing her disciple's words, opened her arms wide and gently embraced her, caressing her hair.
"Medea, are you afraid of the dark too?"
She had grown into an adult, yet her soul remained that of a tender young girl.
Hecate sighed inwardly, knowing she was the darkness devil herself, the one Medea should fear was her. Perhaps... it was because her ample maternal form could exude motherly affection?
Kratos, indeed, enjoyed manipulating people's hearts.
Kratos had to admit that the vast heart of the goddess of the dark moon, wrapped in thin black silk, was truly irresistible.
He had experimented with various ways to play with it... whether as a pillow or a bathtub, both worked wonderfully.
Above the cold Styx, a lone boat drifted slowly.
Mist lingered, and ripples danced.
Sensing human presence but lacking the intimidation of a ferryman, under the profound river, the burgeoning devils seemed to converge towards this boat.
As the revival point of Hell, this Styx river nurtured devils like endless grains of sand, with countless grotesque beings crawling ashore every day.
Though most were insignificant, their numbers were nauseating.
Soon enough, accompanied by a swaying motion, several moist tentacles began to climb the edge of the boat.
"Iä Cthulhu ftagn!"
The grotesque, toothy mouths on the tentacles emitted hoarse and incomprehensible murmurs, attempting to preach in the deep sea.
Tsk... trying to convert us? We're not interested in your salvation.
Kratos casually released controlled flames, roasting the tentacles into ironclad squids. He couldn't exert too much power, or else the entire boat would capsize and burn.
On the Styx, due to its peculiar rules, only this boat of Charon could float on the river's surface. Everything else would sink regardless of buoyancy.
"Let me handle this, Kratos..."
Hecate touched Medea and nudged her towards Kratos's direction, her form shrouded in fluctuating shadows, ready to reveal her true form as the devil of darkness.
"My devil aura is enough to intimidate these creatures."
Kratos, steadying the oar at the bow, pondered for a moment upon hearing this.
"No need, teacher... there's already one formidable devil here."
In the somewhat bewildered gazes of Hecate and Medea.
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Fate/Ultimate Antagonist
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