They proceeded out of Ganzir and through the gates, where the realm of Irkalla stretched out around her, from its plains to arching mountains, from her palace to the mountain home of the wretched Gallas demons. It might not have been as flashy as the spheres some gods ruled over, but it was hers. She knew the name of each shade, had listened to them recount their lives and their regrets, and had provided the best afterlife she could. She’d meted out justice against the wicked. She’d brought music and dance to a place once so dreary.
Tonight, she would do whatever was needed to keep these lands secure.
Kigal hoisted herself upon the Kur’s back and Utu did the same. Grips secure, the Kur launched them both into the sky. Though her grip was strong, still she dug her nails into the bony ridg
