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All three creatures smirked, walking toward me.
"Lucian Regis," the tallest called.
"I don't think we've been introduced," I said lightly, patting my breast pocket.
"You should have known better than to move against the will of the gods."
"Let me guess. You're one of Zenya's pawns, huh? You plotted to enslave Kleos."
The man sneakered. "She would have been given to me. A worthy wife, obedient and docile. But you had to get involved, signing her death warrant. And yours."
I found what I was looking for, a vial of pure black shadow, that I uncapped and tossed into the air.
Darkness covered every inch of the air around us. I'd have to thank Ronan for that one.
"Now that's better." I removed the broken glasses.
"Where is he?" the giant grunted.
"Over here," I taunted, letting my voice echo around the entire space.
The three fools turned on their heels, weapons and fists raised. I Grasped the twig's throat first, breaking it cleanly, in order to get the weakest out of the way, then went for the archer, as the shadows started to dim already.
He was harder to get a hold off, shooting as soon as he sensed me. So I let him waist his arrows, side stepping as he shot. When he was done, I tapped his shoulder and winked, knowing he'd see my gleaming red eyes from up close.
He screamed, and I fed on every exquisite ounce of energy and pain. He'd wanted to pin a murder by syphoning on me this morning. It was only fitting to show him exactly how I went about that.
The midday light had prevailed against my trick by the time I was done with Castor, but at least, I only had the giant left.
Enraged, either by my killing his friends, or tooling with him, he launched himself at me, and I braced for an impact that never came.
56
KLEOS
The good thing about fighting a god around a billion times more powerful than myself was that I didn't have time to ponder what to do, how to stop him, what sort of end this mess was going to lead us to.
There were half a dozen gods intent on destroying our city. The logical conclusion was that the city would be destroyed. But the memories fighting against the last twenty-three years of knowledge I'd amassed demanded that I kept fighting.
I would never yield.
I wasn't above hiding however. The giant didn't like to lower his head to go through halfway, or check rooms on the way. And Zazel and I were excellent at stealth. Each moment I managed to lose him in the Hall of Truce allowed me longer to catch my breath.
I needed food. I needed a bath and bed. But that'd have to wait until later.
There would be a later. For one, our prophecy wasn't over yet, was it?
Two by sea,check.Five beyond death,check again, though technically we'd been six on the way back.And seven to rise asall the walls fall? I didn't know about the seven, but the walls were definitely being destroyed by the sound of it.
That left the last one.
A new goddess shall stand or descend by the grace of the one who judges all.
“So weak," the god called, trying to taunt me.
I glanced at Zazel, nodding.
The cat leapt first, and jumped again to avoid the immediate hit. In the next moment, I summoned a short dagger, darted past Zeus's back, all while dragging the golden blade through his belt.
