Ereshkigal meets Inanna at the gate

So you’ve come to my door, brazen sister. Do you imagine that you can simply join the funeral procession, pour a dramatic torrent of tears, and reassure me with your empty words that you still love me? You are surprised at my bitterness, my cynical smile? You have made your trivial promises, and I will hold you to each one this time. There is no way back through the gates you have opened so thoughtlessly. I shall strip you bare and hang you from a hook. I will watch your flesh rot into a green carcass. I will call each and every insect in the kingdom to come feast on your corpse. I shall rejoice at the moving swarm of maggots over your whitening skeleton. You want love, sister? This is mine.