The things I did for my family. That made me remember the words burned on Tuttook’s hind leg. Words I’d seen before on an ancient scripture. A truth I’d come to learn since my return to the Pantheon. A truth we’d need to remember to finish our quest successfully.
You’re supposed to be the steady one, the one who dreams. But in those dreams, you’re focusing your attention on improving the world, and the heavens above. Heavenly spirit. Anime mundi…the world soul.
I stepped away from the group and gathered a few large leaves along with a coconut shell filled with moon water. When I returned, Morpheus moved to allow me access to Persephone. I washed the dried blood from her arms and legs, sending her positive energy and stroking her skin with the damp leaves.
The teeth snapped again, and I raised my foot, giving him a swift kick just below his jaw, connecting with a dull thud against his thick hide. He reeled back on his haunches, grabbing my foot between his front paws.
Demons such as these go to great lengths for the sake of knowledge, but not for mere academic purposes. They seek learning that serves their purposes.
“Tell me you didn’t touch the horn! For the love of Cernunnos, tell me you didn’t touch that damned thing!”
I felt my horns instinctively emerge and I flung him off of me as I grew into the shape of the Horned Beast’s Wrath – nine full feet of ram horned muscle, a full mouth of flesh-tearing teeth, and a whole lot of angry. I saw red.
“But if he wants me to remove it, then he has to come and ask me. He needs to answer why his drinking is more important than his family.”
“It’s not like that. I’m not running off for a girl, I didn’t get anyone knocked up, and it has nothing to do with all of your playing.”
I walked over to Clymene. “I’m sorry to do this, but to get you somewhere safe, you’re just going to have to play along.”
Becca gave a short bark of laughter. “This morning, my biggest concern was my divorce. Then my workplace gets invaded by…creatures…and we have to hide from them in the dark.”
“I demand a tribute, of goods such as these, the finest things enjoyed by the most famous people,” she stopped to consider, “once a month.”
I flipped open a blade in my other hand, sticking it in between his ribs. I twisted it, pushing with all my might.
Greeks had words for different types of love. Agapē was the word we used for altruism…an unconditional love.
Apollo’s hurt, but relatively safe at the moment. I’m not sure how long he will remain that way. He’s being tortured.
