Chapter 4: In Which We Learn of Kyra's Time in the Underverse.
Death, Kyra thought, sucks.
It hadn't been so bad at first. She'd woken in a grove, which seemed promising. A blond and urgent young man was leaning over her, every line of his body taunt and seeming to vibrate slightly. He spoke urgently. "Come with me if you want to live."
"Didn't I die already?" She'd asked. The man swallowed, a look of infinite sadness briefly darkening his features. He nodded urgently.
"Good point. You died directly after killing the Lord Marshal. Come with me if you do not want to get tortured to death for that." He paused, swallowed again, and continued, even more urgently, "tortured to death repeatedly."
She did not understand him. But she did understand the sound of boots stomping. He seemed the better option. The two of them were the Underground of Underverse, as far as she could tell. You could live in the tulgy woods outside of the straight lines of the dead, if you paid attention to the slithly toaves outgabing. It wasn't always fun, but it was enough. For a while.
Until the Necros caught her. Until they brought her to the Lord Marshal. Nothing mimsey about that.
She'd lost count of how many times they'd killed her died since then. The bugger of it was, she always came back when what ever passed for a sun rose. And then they'd kill her again.
This next time couldn't come fast enough.