The Underworld had skies that turned from dark blood reds to poisonous greens. The many forests that cover the land were charred black and rotten from the inside. The leaves that the wind would pick up and throw about were brown like decay. The nights in the realm held no stars and the moon only ever showed its dark side. Any life that the Underworld held were sinister, only out to gain for themselves. There were no rules, and no ultimate law that the creatures had to follow. The only time these beings would come together is if they could benefit better or had a common cause. It was those exact reasons that Elvira traveled to the swamp lands in search for two cats.