The Queen of the Underworld made her own realm.
She chipped away at the earth with endless patience, while her brothers went to sit their thrones in heaven and the dark depths of the sea. They asked her, will you have the world? And she said, I will take the dead. The world is for birth and joy, it is for sweetness; the world is for war and disease and for grief. It is for kindness and cruelty, and I possess neither of those. I will take the dead and keep them.
Her brothers wondered at what seemed to them an unfortunate lack of ambition. But the Queen said, do you not understand the nature of your own dominions? Death is what gives life its worth.
(There is something else, the man in the Queen’s bed said. He was of two worlds and would never be hers and hers alone, no matter how much she desired it.
She made him King all the same.)