From the gates of hell with a message.

She had endured the flames, the torture, the screams of the damned for centuries, hoping to prove her loyalty and devotion to the Dark Lord. She had never questioned his will, never doubted his power, never rebelled against his commands. She was his faithful servant, and he had rewarded her with a mission.

She was to cross the Styx, pass through the gates of hell, and enter the realm of the living. She was to be his herald, his messenger, his voice. She felt a surge of pride and excitement as she approached the gates of hell. They recognized her mark, the mark of the Dark Lord, branded on her forehead. They knew she had his permission, his blessing, his protection.

She stepped into a boat, piloted by a hooded figure. He did not speak to her, only nodded and gestured for her to sit down. He took a coin from her hand and placed it in his mouth. He began to row across the river, leaving behind the fires and smoke of hell. She was the woman who came from the gates of hell with a message.