Proserpine raced for all she was worth. She was fast. But so were the Aria. She cursed, saying several words that her mother would be appalled at. Once again she was in trouble. Once again, there was no help coming.
She looked behind her. She was faster than them for the moment. She focused ahead. Should she go to the lava pits or the field? She aimed for the lava. She might have a chance there.
She ran faster. No need to let them catch up to her. She looked behind her. They were getting closer. She felt something hit the front of her foot. Then, she was falling. She screamed.
She fell hard. She tried to get up, but it was too late. The Aria were a few feet away. It was over. She was about to die. She would never see her mother, the sun, she would never see anything ever again. As the leader got closer, her heart seemed to stop in terror.
There was flash of black, a glint of metal, and the Aria exploded into golden dust. Proserpine looked up, astounded. Pluto. He stood above her, an iron sword drawn, slashing through the Aria.
He slashed quickly. Limbs fell off, only to explode into dust, guts spilled onto the ground, turning into dust on impact. The same happened with the heads. Each time his sword touched one it exploded into golden dust. Soon, Proserpine was covered in the dust.
The remaining ones smartly ran away. She lay trembling, while Pluto stood, sword still drawn, watching them fade from sight, back into their lair. Once they were gone, he helped her stand up.