"For Kronosss" The dracaenae screamed, charging at the mass of demi-gods crowded around the Empire State Building. They were-- are brave, but they are still the enemy. The must die, for all demi-gods...
Clang. The sound of blades on blades. Spear on spear. Javelin on armour. Axe on flesh. Crys for help. Yells of agony. Screams for mercy. None.
To quote a famous demi-god "The more things change, the more they stay the same." We still fight. We still hate. We still kill.
Even as I think this, I am fighting, killing. For what I sometimes ask? All demi-god kinda, like Lu-- Kronos says? All the forgotten... Ourselves? I will never know, for I lie on the ground, dieing. The thoughts of a dead man. Even as I grow numb from behind trampled by monsters, demi-gods, my hatred booms at the Gods. Thats my fatal flaw. I care too much. Too much about other people. I'm too... God of a person. I'm sure alot of people would beg to differ... But I know.
"Ever defiant" I murmured into the win. Ever a rebel.