My offer to hide you in the underworld is always open.
The only way into the underworld is through Hell.
There's something in my underworld that I have to find before they do.
She was still silently cursing herself for asking him why he needed to get to the underworld and him for answering honestly.
She hated not being able to read his mind and see his thoughts, the way she had for the thousands of years they served the underworld together.
Perhaps when she lost her soul at the end of the week or maybe, if she could help him recover his underworld, she'd tell Gabriel then.
She remembered what caused the dome of her underworld to crack.
The souls crossed over into mortal lakes, after the dome of her underworld cracked, and she resigned.
It didn't respond like the ones in her underworld would.
The Lake of Souls in her underworld was always still.
What if the lake cracked, too, and the souls went the other way, out of the underworld and into the mortal realm?
They were caught in an impossible position: stay loyal to Gabriel and maybe never see the underworld again or deal with the Dark One to return home.
You act like you've been shut out of your underworld or your mate made a deal with Darkyn and turned into someone else.
It was about Katie, when she was in the underworld and you didn't know she was alive, Gabriel clarified.
I've got a handle on things, but the underworld is still closed to me.
Granted, he was Death, and she was offering a partnership running the underworld instead of deferring to him in his role in charge of the underworld.
"You made me choose between you and doing what was right in the underworld when I saved Katie and her daughter," he continued.
How is a sociopathic deity better at ruling the underworld than a compassionate human? he returned with no heat.
What if he couldn't have been with her unless he gave up his underworld and power?
If true, the rebellion forming in the underworld needed to be dealt with swiftly and his soul found.
Four months after becoming Death, Gabriel was trying to salvage what he could of the underworld as it crashed and burned.
As the sole living resident of the underworld with human origins, Gabriel was often reminded of how different he remained.
Mortal portals were like sunshine, the underworld the color of a storm cloud, and the portal to Hell blacker than Gabe's eyes.
Intent on hunting down his first real lead since things started going wrong, Gabe called open a portal to return to his underworld and the shopping mall-sized palace in the center of the living forest.
It was bright, the windows open to the soft underworld breeze and curtains fluttering.
He'd been everywhere in the underworld and mortal worlds, but never through this door.