The only thing I loved. The one thing. Gone, dead, a bloody streak in the road. Why go on? Why care? Why should I keep living in this god forsaken world if I can’t have her? If I can’t live without her? She was everything, everything damnit. I got hit to, a fucking truck, how generic. All the stories I’ve read, always yelling at the main character to look both ways and calling them dumbasses. How did I also fall for it? I died then and there, complaining about how I died, with an intense longing for the one I loved, the one I depended on to be happy. I awoke in darkness, pure uncaged darkness. All that stared back at me was death. But then a voice, Hello servant. I know who caused your pain, who took away what you loved most. Tell the goddess Tartarus, to die. I will help you get back who you love. Then light appeared, a woman on a throne stared me down. Attached to the sides of the thrones were two more, two men. One was lanky, calculating, and cold. The other was spoiled with an air of importance, he was good-looking, and muscular. “Human, I’ve summoned you from the world of the dead, to save mine. I’ll grant you one wish to help you defeat my enemies and another after you’ve saved my world,” the goddess said. Her beauty was immaculate, voluptuous, and mesmerizing.  But I don’t trust her.  She can’t help fighting, and the voice, he said he would give me who I wanted. I would get her back. There’s only one thing to say to the foot-tapping and impatient goddess staring at me, “Tartarus, to die.” The red glow of hell appeared, the rag of the goddess was apparent. She was no longer immaculate, she was a witch. A hole appeared below me, but I didn’t fall yet.  “Death is nothing in Tartarus, your soul stays. You shall suffer for eternity against the tortuous beings of Tartarus, they’ll have fun skinning you alive,” the goddess smiled.  Then…I fell.