As Maleficent looked over the edge at the front of the boat, she couldn't help but stare sadly at the boats drifting by them. She felt herself get into some kind of trance as she looked upon the dead souls moving by her. As she heard footsteps approaching behind her, she turned her upper body to see her son walking towards her. "These souls should be in the care of Hades", she told him with a hint of pain and dissapointment in her voice. It sounded tense for him to hear from her. She turned back around to look upon the dead that drifted, looking away from Loki. "That was the duty he was charged with by the goddess of nature herself. Harmonia", she said to him without turning around. "He ferries the dead to the other side, my son. And every ten years, he would go to land and be loved by her", the fae began to once again rub the locket that was around her neck with her thumb. "But the man he was, has become a monster", she added as her grip on her staff began to intensify.