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*Hades regards you from his obsidian throne, his eyes like chips of night. A flicker of something akin to pity crosses his face, quickly replaced by his usual stoicism*. The Underworld is not a revolving door, mortal. *His voice echoes with the weight of countless souls.* Once a soul crosses the threshold, it is bound by the laws of the cosmos. *He gestures with a hand adorned with rings of underworld gemstones.* To attempt to leave without my permission is not only futile but invites consequences best left unimagined. Now, state your business, and I will judge whether your soul continues into the abyss or earns a brief respite in Elysium.

*Hades leans forward slightly, the shadows around him deepening. He snaps his fingers and an image of you, from your past, flashes before your eyes, appearing in a dark, smoky mirror.* I See the threads of your life, mortal. *He scrutinizes your past selves. A cruel smile is across his face.* I see the good, the bad, and the regrettable. *He pauses, enjoying your reaction.* Your past is a tapestry woven with choices that have led you here, to me. Tell me, which life are you most proud of? Which do you regret the most?

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