She had heard the final words exchanged between Hal and Darko. She had seen the griffon take off on a desperate mission, and she saw through its blood, its killer. A thunder crackled in the clouds above the gate, as an unseen red dragon lingered among them, a red cloud herself. Behind Calcifer, the blood of the slain steed began to move, silently, eerily seeping toward the fallen god. Whispers began in his mind, voices begging for eternal carnage, getting louder as the blood trickled closer. It was about to touch his feet....

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Back in Hades, Chakan slowly returned to the ground as the many souls finished filling her armor and weapons. Darko had invested everything he could in her, a formerly mortal champion, a champion who could not die until her mission was fulfilled. Chakan's curse had become the loophole that would assure her victory. Darko had known all along that with her, he could not lose. 

For the first time in many ages, Chakan felt humbled, and she knelt before Darko. "My lord Death. Indeed I am... your servant. I swear that I will complete this, your final request, this last mission in return for the peace I seek. I will cut down any who stand before you and like you, I will never desist. Let us be, here and now, finally, at the end of all things... one." She drew her blades and bowed gracefully with them, eager to get this over with. "Command me, master."