Prologue
The door creaked open as a tall figure enters the room. As he walked towards his daughter's crib, Hades, the god of the underworld, stared down at the pale face surrounded by flames. He drew the knife from his pocket, watching as it reflected the fire. Stretching out his ghostly hand, he touched the cold steel to his palm, anticipating the moment to come. He swept the blade down, licking his lips as the blood bubbled. The blood started dripping down, towards his daughter's slightly ajar mouth. "So innocent." He remarked. The blood entered her mouth, and she stirred gently. He began to chant.
"In the darkness she wakes,
This offering she takes,
To open the Gates of Hell"