She had been trapped here for almost two centuries. How did a godess come to such a predicament? She knew the answer, love. Across from her was the bare skeleton of the last mortal she had ever loved. His skeletal arm trapped in the cuffs of his rusted and rotted post. His handsome features and strong flesh gone for almost a 150 years. They had been imprisoned here by her father, the king of kings, Anu.
It had been the evil trickster, the lord of death and lies Nergal who had created the lies. It was Negral, whom, from his throne of pestilence and disease, had twisted her father's mind against Ishtar and her lover.