This is my response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt #writephoto-creature.

I watch Charon’s boat journey across the Sea of Night for an eternity; time is meaningless in this place. This is the true horror that awaits the dead in the halls of Hades. They do not relish the gift of immortality, it only brings them misery and a longing for all that they have lost. Little is understood of the machinations of gods and a world that is in constant flux. I am feared as the Hound of Hades and heroes yearn to crush me into dust. Fear is a strange emotion; it opens doors that should really be barred to all except for those damned beyond salvation and the heroic. Few understand fear better than the one we wait on, Nyx. Daughter of Chaos and one of the protogenoi (first born). She is one all bow before. My ears prick up at her approach, the chariot flies across the heavens and Sea of Night. Her veil of darkness floats like mist in the sky. As for her black horses, they are beauteous as their mistress and just as ancient. The Psychopomp is not far off; I can see Charon’s boat now. The shades of the dead disembark, their faces grave and tongues silent. They wait before me, the light gradually fading from their eyes. None that pass through this portal ever escape from these dread realms. Many have tried and were never to be seen again. The Ferryman waits and watches. He has one passenger who is yet to disembark.

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