“The ferry made its way across the Lake of Transcendence without anything propelling it. Indeed, it was as if the boat were being pulled, true and steady in its course, by a magical and invisible tether. The calmness of the water did nothing to content her anxious mind and heart, however. With every passing second she felt weight added to her shoulders, so much so that she labored to breathe.
Perhaps the time on mortal soil left her vulnerable to irrational emotions. Regardless, it was undeniable that she felt remorse. She became conscious of her actions and wished she had not committed them. Not only that, but she felt grief for the pathetic humans she used to laugh at from above. Tears ran down her stoic cheeks as she stared out on the horror she inflicted.
She did not want to return to the world of the immortals. She did want to continue as the executioner of the gods. But to not return would be to invite the wrath and scorn of powerful deities eagerly looking for a way to end their boredom. A soft light began to saturate the air, signaling her imminent arrival. The Ethereal Gates were near.” -M.D. Walter