Give her the Bloody Mary

Remembering the glass of Bloody Mary that she took from the Ninth Circle, Hannah quickly handed it over to Gertrude. Upon recognizing her favorite drink of choice, the older woman smiled before beginning to sip it a few times.

Hannah noticed how Gertrude liked this drink, and upon setting the glass down, she spoke. "Thank you for this marvelous drink. Must be the bartender that made it, hm?"

"Yes, of course. I'll bring this glass back." Hannah replied.

"Ah, yes. In fact, I would like to have a word with you in the back." Gertrude said, before telling another employee, "Take care of the customers; I have some work to deal with."

He nodded, and Gertrude quickly escorted Hannah to her office.

Inside, Hannah noticed how sophisticated and chic the office looked before Gertrude sat at her desk. "Lately, I have heard of this tournament being held by the Gods and Goddesses of the Underworld, most notably Marukka, the Goddess of Secrets. Because she's quite secretive about her private life.

Concerning those ten souls that agreed to take part in it, I've got a feeling they're missing their most precious things in their lives before they suddenly passed. Call them 'nostalgia items', if you will.

If you wish to help any of them out, then you will need to dig deep into their past psyches and search for them. Once you've done that, as well as confronting them in the flesh, return to them with the nostalgia items in question, and they'll be more than happy to cooperate.

Besides cooperation," she said, but Hannah cut her off.

"What is it?"

"It is known as the "Pact of Sin." Any human who fights with them has to fulfill the following criteria:

One: the person must be pure, physically, mentally, emotionally, psychologically, and especially sexually."

Hannah's eyes widened in surprise, but let her continue.

"And two, the person must also be alive. Do you meet both requirements?" she said, before giving Hannah a stern look.

This caused Hannah to blush almost quickly, especially concerning the 'pure' part. "Yes. Yes, I do," came her reply.

"Then that's good," Gertrude said with a smile. "There's just one little problem," she added, her smile turning into a small frown. "Marukka will give reincarnation to whoever wins the tournament, but unfortunately for them, she's the last enemy they have to fight.

She doesn't really seem to care about their needs deep down inside. In fact, she'd rather kill them, especially since she claims to be much more powerful than she seems to be.

I suppose it's what happens when you're a god of the underworld."

"Is that so?" she inquired. "Do tell me more."

Thus, Gertrude began.

"There is Lamia. The Goddess of Agendas, she was a politician. She was no stranger to making enemies with the opposing party. So much so that one day, during a rally, someone assassinated her.

Then there's Gabriel. He is the God of the Innocent. He was just a mere college student that was killed by a criminal while on his way home. Believe it or not, he's practically the only one out of them that, while technically in Hell, is actually in purgatory, awaiting his fate in the afterlife.

Akasha is the Goddess of Idiots. An actress whose good looks made up for her lack of intelligence. A drunk driver ran her over while heading home after a party.

There's also Mordred, the God of Old Age and Impotence. A very wealthy millionaire, he had run his own erotic magazine chain and died of old age.

The Goddess of Exhibitionists is Hecate. She was a very famous porn star, whose love of ****, specifically cocaine, led to her premature ****.

Azazel, the God of Lovers, is also one of them. He worked as a well-known gigolo, hooking up with many women and, like Hecate, also succumbed to ****—heroin, to be more specific.

Ishtar is the Goddess of Seduction. A high-class prostitute that had been working up the prostitution service day by day, as well as a stripper. A customer that wanted more than a lap dance murdered her.

The God of Youth is Dante. He was the leader of a powerful gang in Italy, but one day, an assassin that obviously wanted him dead killed him.

You also have Xerxes, the God of Silence. He was a mime—yes, really. Unfortunately, his being constantly bullied for his effeminacy led to him taking his own life with a noose.

Elegia is the Goddess of Betrayal. Believe it or not, she was a revolutionary of the French Revolution, and her actions led to her beheading. Among them all, she's the 'oldest'.

The God of False Truth, also known as Vlad. Since he was a teenager, he had scammed people. One of them was vengeful enough to take him out.

And finally, there's Carmilla, the Goddess of ****. She was an infamous serial killer with many methods of ****. Her reign of terror was, thankfully, to everyone else, brought to an end when she was on trial and executed via electric chair."

Hannah's mouth gaped in surprise, before she asked, "Hey, do you think Marukka had a nostalgia item of her own, too?"

Gertrude cupped her chin in thought, then replied, "I believe so... but I will only give it to you once you've joined forces with one soul.

Because hell hath no fury like a soul scorned!

So, will you accept this proposition?"