Eros had a look of amusement on his face despite what the previous conversation he just over heard meant for him. Viane nearly slithered out of the council room, brooding shadows already accumulating around her rotten female frame.
As she passed Eros he did nothing but simply follow behind, doing little to hide the small smirk on his face. She only showed this form when she was pissed with no reprieve. Her parasite demon was either lively with excitement for what their new task was or it was tapped into her own livid irritation as it writhed around, tasting the hall’s frame. From what he’d heard of the conversation, admittedly only the parts Viane remembered to share her ears for, the second circle was missing not only a soul, but a demon as well.
The details weren’t shared as Viane was apparently too focused on her rage to remember her brother listening outside. Eros could guess what the task was, pick up and clean up. It was their rank in Hades’ Hell, they were low class demons here, only used for such errands. No matter how much training Hades offered to his sister with promise of raising her rank when she proved herself, she was still a small fish here. The question was, what demon helped a soul escape? The second circle wasn’t an easy ring to escape, it was constantly beaten by raging storms and cruel winds that bit viscously at the hides of the many souls trapped there.