511 Ramslin, the returnee bug.

Scarlet's hands moved to her stomach as her protective instincts kicked in. Her eyes moved around the room in search of foreign energy. 

She examined every speck of dust and every gust of wind. If it was one of the underworld deities, she would know.

They didn't do things this way and they always announced themselves somehow to let her know of their presence. It was not one of them, she could tell. 

She heard a creaking and then the pipes in the house of the dead widow burst. 

"Reveal yourself." she said tentatively. 

No sound was made, except for the water which had practically exploded.

She could not tell if she had scared herself or a deity was here to play mind games. 

Perhaps, it was the god of deceit, here to try and trick her again for some reason. Or maybe it was the god of life. But if it was him, the god of death would have appeared already guns blazing to defend her.