He is the son of the great mistress of the heavens, the sun god, and a priestess princess, He is the archetype, or a prototype, if you wish to view it that way, of a hero who is of semi-divine lineage, who goes on adventures, slays different sorts of monsters, and uses a variety of weapons, but prefers his wit and bow, and along his journey earns the favor of the gods.
But that is a different tale; now he finds himself in the land of the dead, where his trials and tribulations don't carry...
This is Ishtar at the end of the world: without the Bull, she’s lost before she’s even begun to fight. Her first steps are framed by failure and indignity. She has nothing except the dreams of her people and the fear on their horizons.
It takes her less than a moment’s breath to choose the fight regardless.
And she never, ever stops.