hell is forever

"Speech!"
Defeating the child had been rather easy, but getting everything ready and sorted to call together those that agreed to join her? That was some real work. Part of her had considered enlisting one of her children or even Medusa's help to make sure she wasn't forgetting anything, but she felt confident that she would be able to figure it out or at least get the general point across.

Her plan was to call everyone together the following day so she spent her time now memorizing the winding maze-like paths of the woods and her companions were doing the same. Even though the sun was out on the warm summer day, very little line shone through the tops of the gnarled trees and kept the overgrown, wild mess rather dark and cool. Widow loved it, honestly, especially the giant wisteria in the middle that would become her den and soon the meeting ground, at least until her reach could expand onto that island out east.... she had plans for that island, but first she had to grow the numbers of her soon to be newfound group of sinners.

Weaving in and out of the various paths and tunnels, she wasn't surprised that the place seemed rather abandoned. A few skeletons here and there suggested others hadn't made it out without finding an exit or a meal first, and although that should worry Widow, it was actually quite the opposite. Those that would choose to live here would eventually memorize the path, or they would pay for it. Anyone that tried to raid them or even just trespass would likely get lost and trapped, easy to gang up on and drag into the heart of the woods like a spider capturing a meal in her web.