A.N.:Heyo! Do mine eyes deceive me? Another chapter, so soon!

Oh! Almost forgot!

Question of the day: Which one do you like more, Bob or Damasen? Personally I like Damasen, because he is the only giant that is peaceful.

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ChocoChomper: Yeah. I decided to make them nice, and they will be nice permanently, although I can't promise anything about the gods(chuckles darkly). And no, I didn't forget the daily question. It's right there, although I see that you already answered that.

P.S.: I chuckled darkly because I have been reading some fanfics in which the gods mess up BIG TIME. For example,' The New Titans: The Fall of Olympus' by Zayden StormVoid. Go on, check it out. I assure you, you will not regret it-that is, if you have a dark sense of humor like me.

CHAPTER 10

Tartarus led them through the land that was Tartarus. They trudged on for hours. Tantaros and Tartarus didn't seem to be tired. Gaea, though, was tired soon. Hearing her grunts, Tartarus offered to carry her. She blushed, but obliged.

So, if any monsters did encounter them, they would see a strange sight: a man with a very spiky necklace-sword and another man, amused, carrying a blushing woman in his arms, bridal style.

Finally, they arrived at the swamp. Tartarus let down Gaea, who was still blushing. The reached an old, decrepit hut at the very centre of the swamp. Close by, a huge drakon lay, a tree through its throat.

"Oh dear, this is disturbing. At least we know that he just killed that," Gaea said nervously, examining the corpse. Tantaros understood her feelings. Seeing the brutality of the corpse, he couldn't help thinking if Damasen would do the same with Gaea or not.

Finally, wanting to break the awkward silence, Tantaros strode forward, and knocked on the door of the hut.

There was minor scuffling inside. A deep voice intoned," Who's there?"

Tantaros made to say something, but Gaea beat him to it. She strode forward and said, "Me, my son."

The door flung open. A tall giant, about half the height of the tallest pillar back in Bharat, stood there. From the waist up, he was humanoid, with blood red skin a beard and hair the color of corroded iron and scars on his face. His hair, braided in a strange style, were decorated with grass, leaves and swamp flowers. From the waist down, he had red legs so muscular they looked like the legs of the drakon, currently lying dead. He had claws on his feet and a burning hatred in his eyes.

Gaea raised her arms. "My son…" but her sentence remained incomplete as Damasen slammed his fist into her chest. She flew backwards and crashed into a tree, and the skull ringing it disintegrated. Damasen trudged forward, not noticing his father and full blooded brother staring at him in shock.

"YOU. YOU DARE COME HERE, AFTER ALL YOU HAVE DONE!" Damasen bellowed. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, COMING HERE? WANT TO GOAD ME? MAKE ME FEEL HELPLESS? UNUSED? USELESS? WELL GUESS WHAT? I FEEL THAT EVERYDAY! EVERY DAY I FIGHT THAT STUPID CREATURE THAT KILLED MY FRIEND."

"FOR YEARS I HOPED, HOPED THAT YOU WOULD REALISE YOUR MISTAKE AND COME TO COMFORT ME, TO APOLOGISE. BUT NOW I KNOW. YOU NEVER LOVED ME. YOU ONLY USED ME AND MY BROTHERS FOR SOMETHING AS PETTY AS REVENGE !"

"ALL I WANTED WAS TO BE LOVED, TO HAVE A FAMILY, TO HAVE A CARING MOTHER, A LOVING FATHER, AND PLAYFUL SIBLINGS! BUT NO. AFTER YOU USED US, YOU WOULD TOSS US ASIDE LIKE WE WERE NOTHING MORE THAN PAWNS.'

Gaea rose. She was shaking. "My son, I didn't know…"

"EXACTLY. YOU. DIDN'T. KNOW. DIDN'T KNOW WHAT IT FELT TO BE USED. TO BE LONELY. TO BE HELPLESS. TO BE TRULY AND UTTERLY ALONE."

"NOW, I SHALL MAKE YOU FEEL ALL THAT AND MORE. I WILL TORTURE YOU UNTIL YOU FADE. UNTIL YOU BEG FOR FORGIVENESS-"

"THAT'S WHAT SHE'S COME TO DO, YOU OVERGROWN SNAKE!"

Damasen stopped. His fingers were inches from her throat. He turned. He saw a man in strange clothes, with an even stranger sword in his hands. He chuckled darkly.

"So, this is the newest pawn of the Earth Mother. Fine. Tell me. What purpose do you have from coming here? Tartarus I understand. He is here to assist Gaea. But you… you I will listen to."

"Can we please call a truce and just calm down? Maybe have something to eat?'

Damasen looked expressionless. He sighed. "Fine. Come in."