Page 56 of Hekate: The Witch

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Gold. The colour of Gods’ blood.

My Father

I had never met him,

but I knew him from

the shape of his face and nose.

They were just like mine.

I resembled him

more than my mother.

Now he was nothing but a body

among hundreds of other

gigantic bodies.

He was drawn up against

the inner wall of the cavern

held by thick, adamantine chains.

His blood flowed into

the veins of the mountain,

and turned the whole of it

into the colour of ichor.

No one ever asked

what made the mountain

shine like it was gold.

No one dared.

Because no one

really wanted to know.

In Horror, My Mind Pieced the Aftermath Together

So this was how a God was destroyed.

This was how they ensured Titans

would never rise up again against

these brand-new Gods.

I felt my knees weaken,

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