The Underworld is not a place, where one would want to spend the eternity. It's not a place where one would want to spend even a second, because every moment turns into infinity. Infinity that pulls out from its prisoner all veins of the most painful memories and changes the happiest of them. There is no happiness left. The brightest feelings are born in the heart; when there is no heart, you are nothing. Just a clot of the burning hatred and ongoing pain. A tight tangle of naked nerves. Turbid, viscid bog, seething with rage.
When there is no heart there is no hope.
When there is no heart there is no love.
But there are memories. Memor