It had been weeks now. Virgil, a soul cursed existence remained floating like a wisp of smoke outside the ruins that Athena had entered.
Ever since the first day that she had entered into this place, he had not been able to follow her.
It was not that he did not want to, but that he could not. According to the terms of his curse, he may never enter a city built by human beings.
Of course this was hell and this city was actually built by demons. However, the materials that made up its walls were literally human souls. As such, his curse prevented him from being a guardian even in certain parts of hell that he was eternally confined to.
However, he waited patiently at the peripheral of the city.
After all, patience was a virtue that a ghost like him had no choice but to eternally have. Then again, he could not help but worry about the consequences of Athena entering this dead city that she had sort to take refuge away from the aborted babies.