“You are not bad,” Achilles agrees emphatically, shifting closer.
“Do not seek that god’s approval. It’s a malignant creature, only set on devouring other gods when it isn’t feeding on mortal misery,” Achilles adds with icy seriousness. “Other gods are actually worthy of devotion.”
The MorrĂgan? Maybe. In spite of all this, she can’t be worse than the God of Everything, can she?
“Lamb and I share divine blood, made for war. He and I killed many people. I had a choice, but he had none.” He turns the can of coke back and forth pensively. The bubbles inside hiss with the movement. “Lamb was more like you, lad. He was trying to survive in a world other men made for him. A world I helped make for him.”
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“Do not seek that god’s approval. It’s a malignant creature, only set on devouring other gods when it isn’t feeding on mortal misery,” Achilles adds with icy seriousness. “Other gods are actually worthy of devotion.”
The MorrĂgan? Maybe. In spite of all this, she can’t be worse than the God of Everything, can she?
“Lamb and I share divine blood, made for war. He and I killed many people. I had a choice, but he had none.” He turns the can of coke back and forth pensively. The bubbles inside hiss with the movement. “Lamb was more like you, lad. He was trying to survive in a world other men made for him. A world I helped make for him.”