Part 2
Once she had learned from Lazarus on how to actually get to Hell as a living soul, it seemed so simple in retrospect. Arriving, she was surprised to find it looked nearly identical to the North, with the exception of the demons around her, and the various souls being tortured or caged. Remembering Lazarus's words that the demons will assume her to be an illusion as long as she doesn't react to them or speak to them, she headed for the Void Palace.
She noticed a couple demons stared at her as she walked, but they didn't say anything and soon lost interest. The damned souls didn't even regard her, probably assuming her to be a hallucination. She briefly looked up at the sky, but found how empty it was to be quite distressing, and quickly averted her gaze. How was it so bright in Hell with nothing in the sky?
Standing in front of the gates of the Void Palace, Syndra gathered her resolve, and ventured in. Sneaking through the winding passages and corridors, she followed the route Lazarus had told her, and found a room that didn't exist beyond a door that wasn't there. In the centre of the room on a pedestal, was something she could tell was not of this universe.
"Is this it?" She whispered.
As she walked toward it, she could feel madness slipping into her mind, her sanity beginning to crack, almost like the amulet was whispering. She knew this room wasn't real, and neither was the amulet, and yet here she was. In a swift motion, she picked up the amulet and ran through the far wall, just as Lazarus instructed.
A few minutes after Syndra left, Vordea arrived in the room, and to her shock, the amulet was missing.
"Who dares?" She said, her eyes narrowing. Sniffing the air, she followed the scent of the magic left by Syndra all the way back to the mortal realm.
"So a mortal has dared to steal from me." Vordea said, narrowing her eyes. Grabbing Orenmir, she used it to kick off into the air and rose high into the sky. "Where are you hiding, worthless specimen?"
Far below, Syndra could feel a horrific presence watching her, and kept running. It felt ancient, primordial, like she had done nothing but get the attention of a being older than time itself. Desperately chaining magic spells together, she kept fleeing North, hoping she could lose the eyes of the beast watching.
Syndra made it to the North before she was finally caught by Vordea, who blocked her path with a look of sheer rage on her face.
"What do you think you're doing, elf?" Vordea demanded, holding Orenmir.
"How-"
"You've stolen from me. From Hell. You'll have all of eternity to think of the how, elf." Vordea said, slicing Syndra in half with Orenmir in an instant.
Before Vordea could dwell on it or even retrieve the amulet, Eigengrau arrived in an instant and punched her directly in the face.
"What the fuck have you done." Eigengrau demanded icily, her hoarfrost several inches thick and hundreds of metres in diameter. "You killed her!"
"She stole from me, Eigengrau. She stole from Hell." Vordea answered, swinging Orenmir at Eigengrau.
"You muscle-bound idiot, it was not yet her time!" Eigengrau yelled back, stopping Orenmir with her hand.
The two Primal Gods fought an increasingly destructive battle for nearly 40 years over the site of Syndra's murder before a compromise was finally reached, in part due to Sargon intervening.
"So the two parties are in agreement?" Sargon asked, glaring at both of them.
"Yes."
"Affirmative."
"Good. Really now, 40 years? You two are like children." Sargon said, admonishing them. "Really, you'd think you're both 8 years old."
Sargon shook his head as he left, walking away through the woods, the trees parting to let him pass. Vordea nodded, and left as well, melting away, leaving behind a inky puddle that slowly evaporated. Finally alone, Eigengrau looked over at Syndra's decayed corpse.
"I must apologize, Syndra. Even if this had been resolved immediately, I cannot revive you. What I can do is give you a new body. You may be disappointed, though." Eigengrau said, kneeling at her skeleton.