The underworld was not what Ariadne had expected. She wasn’t sure what she had expected though, having spent little time in true consideration of what would happen after her death. But as it turned out, she had been judged and found not worthy of Elysium - apparently winning the love of a god did not entitle one to that. Neither had she been consigned to Tartarus. Instead, she joined the masses of humanity in the asphodel meadows, floating along for . . . eternity. Alone. Again. At least she had the memories of her life to sustain her, and she had lived a good life with Dionysus, so she tried to think on that as she drifted through her eternity, scarcely aware of the passing of time - if it did pass at all, which Ariadne wasn’t at all sure of. But there came a point when something seemed to change, although she could not have said what. Ariadne paused her recitation of the events of her life to look around, curious as to what might have changed the Underworld. @doug-the-second