Megara's trip through the floors had been surprisingly uneventful...or perhaps not so surprising after all. The Heartless that seemed to plague others never showed up for her. No monsters, no villains. Perhaps they knew what the others did not: Megara belonged to Hades. That never changed.

Now she watched his macabre little show, disgust and scorn evident on her features. Being enslaved by a death god left little to shock a person, but still...you never really did get used to death and decay put on display in such a gratuitous manner. She crossed her arms -- and how happy was she that she still had arms, rather than wings or paws or whatever? -- and looked away.