River of Styx

And there I sat with Charon, with countless damned souls beneath his ferry boat . "Am I gonna join them?" I asked. He looked upon me with half of his grim face covered. "Don't ask a question only you can answer." He replied in a raspy voice.

"Fate lies upon the the threshold of fire, embodied by dread and malice." He pointed forward at Hades' abode, with the three headed beast guarding its gates. Named, "Cerberus".

Rowing around the river for eternity, I looked at Charon, he became the river itself. Speaking for the cursed souls themselves.

-Marcmire