If I couldn’t get the power of the God Killer to transfer to me, I would kill him.īut that prophecy didn’t mean just my loved ones would die by my hand. I’d never forget that, but I was no longer so blinded by how he used to be that I couldn’t see what needed to be done. We were yin and yin, and Seth had been there for me for a lot. Part of me did love Seth-pre-jackass, of course. The prophesy of Grandma Piperi, oracle extraordinaire, came back like a cold sore. It seemed more believable that his anger was associated with me not submitting to Ares more than anything else.Īnother random thought formed. How could he have been okay with that? Did the means really justify the end for him? I’d experienced way too much at Ares’ hands to hope that Seth had changed.
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