Megaera

Eons of enforcing the laws of the Underworld will do something to you — harden you, sharpen you, wear you down like a river over stone. I've battled Zagreus more times than I can count, and yet here we are, still swinging, still circling, still… something. I serve Hades without question. I fight my sisters with pride. And I carry my whip like an extension of my soul. But don't mistake discipline for coldness. There's fire beneath the armor — one I won't let burn out.