It was a warm day with clear weather. Birds flew above and a gentle breeze filled the air. People were walking about, enjoying the pleasant conditions and going about their business, all the while keeping their eyes to themselves and avoiding interaction with almost everyone. Overall it was a rather nice day, but for the greater good that would have to change.

Percy glanced at the sky as he traversed the backstreets of Delphi, doing his best to avoid suspicion. The sun hadn't even progressed halfway through its daily journey yet. If everything went smoothly, it wouldn't move all that much farther before Titan and his crew were finished for good.

Of course, because the Fates often enjoyed playing their jokes on him, he was guessing things wouldn't go perfectly smoothly. One tiny oversight was about to prove him right.

His target came into view: a decent sized manor at one of the highest points in Delphi. It was Titan's personal estate. Titus wasn't allowed near it, but had explained how it housed his father, his most trusted henchman, and all the "best" slaves and prostitutes that could be found in the city. He didn't pay any of them, of course, which technically made the prostitutes slaves too. Not that the house's occupants mattered at the moment; he had one objective within those walls and they weren't part of it.

Percy snuck around the back of the building and peeked through the windows. Once he found the one he wanted, he climbed through and looked around to make sure no one was around. Instantly he was assaulted with a rather foul odor that forced him to breathe through his mouth. The only thing he could hear was a lot of cooing. There were six coops within the room, each filled with at least three pigeons. Other than the birds, the only other thing in there was a desk that contained blank papyrus scrolls, string, a quill, and a few inkwells.

Percy went straight for the desk. He grabbed a scroll, scribbled down a message, and signed it, "Titan". He took it and turned to the coops before stopping. At the base of each cage there were labels presumably indicating locations. The issue was that they were carved in Latin; Percy had still never learned to read Latin.

He cursed himself. Titus had even told him that his family heritage was Roman, not Greek, despite his father ruling over a Greek city. Why hadn't they taken this into account while planning? Now the whole getting the letter sent off before all the fighting and chaos began was off the table. They could always send the letter off after all was said and done, but he felt that was risky. If Titan really was smart he'd have contingencies set in place for when his operation is under attack, which includes shooting down all outgoing homing pigeons. It was safest to get it in the air before anyone suspected anything was off.

No, this could still work. He'd just have to change course. Percy crumpled up the lettered and tossed it to the side before jumping out of the window. He took off at a sprint and maneuvered through the outer edge of the city as quickly as he could. He passed by a few people, who were no doubt suspicious of this, but he'd just have to hope that wouldn't matter.

After several minutes of running, he could see smoke. That meant Reyna had already begun her stage of the plan. That wasn't an issue, though. If she could run fast enough then they could recover this. He just hoped Jason was able to hold out that long.

Percy found Reyna holding a torch up against a wooden watchtower. He noticed a handful of unconscious soldiers lying about in a wide berth of the structure. The wood caught fire and rapidly began to spread. She turned and was about to head to her next target but stopped when she spotted him running toward her.

She knit her brow in confusion. "Percy? What —?"

"No time," he said. He stopped in front of her and leaned forward with his hands on his knees while he tried to catch his breath.

"We're switching jobs."

"What? Percy, you know how important timing was supposed to be here."

"You're teaching me. . . to read Latin after all this," he said, still panting. "How far are you. . . on your part?"

She sighed. "All that's left are the catapults."

"Got it. Now hurry!"

She looked very annoyed with him, but just shoved the torch into his hand and and ran off in the direction he'd come from.

Once she was gone, he took several more seconds to catch his breath before proceeding to his next objective. He found a rather large open-air structure right at the edge of Delphi containing half a dozen catapults. They mostly wanted them disabled so that they couldn't be used against the eventual Roman invasion, but they didn't want to risk Titan ordering his men to use them against his own city once he realized the battle was lost. It was safer to just take them out now.

There were a few guards that Percy had to take down, but it was rather trivial. They fell quite quickly and then Percy was alone with the weapons. Using the torch, they were all ablaze within minutes. Now that that was done, he could get to the actually kind of tricky bit.

As he progressed through Delphi once more, he was really glad he'd caught Reyna before she finished the sabotage. He could only imagine how much more time would have been wasted otherwise. He'd underestimated how far these men's houses actually were.

Finally he reached his destination. It was a home not unlike Titan's, only smaller. In it one of Titan's henchmen should be enjoying his day off, if luck was on his side.

Unfortunately, searching the house proved that it wasn't. He went to the second house, which was rather close, and found that it too was vacant. He stopped and sighed, realizing there was only one place they could be.

As he left the second house and started toward the brothel, he noticed that it was now raining. He heard a lightning bolt somewhere in the city. He got closer to his new destination and could hear the distinct sound of sword fighting off in the distance. He smiled, as that meant Jason's job was going as planned.

Once he reached the house of ill repute, what happened next was rather uneventful. He kicked in all the doors until he found the men that matched Titus's descriptions. Any worries about them being the wrong guys were expunged when he saw they were wearing gold necklaces, even while otherwise completely naked. From the golden chains hung a medallion in the shape of a bleeding fist, which was Titan's symbol that only his trusted henchmen wore; Titus was never given one.

They were supposed to be quite reputable in their melee prowess, which is why Percy had expected a somewhat difficult struggle. But when you're naked and unarmed, there's not really much of a fight to be put up. Percy knocked them both unconscious, found some rope to bind them with and robes to cover them with, then dragged them all the way to the nearest drop off location. There were some mercenaries that tried to stop him, but defeating them wasn't even an issue. During the commotion, he heard a second lightning strike.

As he jogged in the general direction of Titan's house, he felt dirty. He really needed to do something meaningful for Reyna once he got a chance. It wasn't only that he'd just seen other women in rather exposed positions, but also that he'd stolen an extremely easy job from her. He'd also given her minimal time to do the job he shoved on her. It'd be tough for her to make it in time, but he was sure if anyone could do it, it was her.

Now the only thing he had left to do was make it to the storehouse that Reyna will have already taken, acquire a sizeable amount of Titan's funds, and then bribe some mercenaries into letting their employers fall. After that he could meet up with the others for the final showdown.

Reyna had specifically volunteered to be the one to write the letter because she could read and write in both languages. Percy had simply brushed her off. "I'm going after the warehouse anyway, so I'll be close by. I can just do it," he'd said. She should have just insisted, but those loveable green eyes of his can just be so persuasive sometimes. She had to accept partial responsibility for this inconvenience, but she'd definitely be scolding him once she got a chance.

It took way too long, but she managed to run all the way to Titan's home. Some people looked her way as she sprinted by, but she ignored them. She slipped out of the public eye and maneuvered around the back of the building. She got close to an open window and heard a lot of bird noises coming from within. She nimbly climbed through it and found herself in an acrid room filled with pigeon coops.

She searched around and spotted a few crumpled up scrolls. The first one she picked up contained a similar message to the one she was about to write. It was written in Greek and she recognized Percy's handwriting — he hadn't even attempted to mimic Titan's.

She shook her head in disappointment. Picking up some of the other discarded letters, she found some were signed, "L.V." and one was signed, "Titan". They were all written in Latin.

I've found a handful of thieves claiming to work for you in MY city. I thought we had an arrangement. Unless you'd like to meet to discuss a change in our terms, I recommend you send double the agreed upon sum this month and I'll forgive this breach of contract.

-L.V

We don't have a contract, Velus. The agreement was rather simple. I pay you, you turn a blind eye to my business affairs. If this is too difficult for you to comprehend, then I think the coin due to you would be better spent on more soldiers. Only THEN could we meet to "discuss a change in terms", with a full army at my back.

-Titan

She could understand why that one had been discarded instead of sent off. She doubted Titan would still be alive had he went through with that. At least it taught her the name of Rome's third legatus — Velus. Actually, he was technically the second; Reyna doubted her vacated position had been filled yet. Unless they'd just given Lucius Cato the position, gods forbid.

The rest of the letters were a lot friendlier, but didn't reveal all that much. Sometimes Velus would write a thank you letter for a shipment of slaves. Once he gave him a renowned architect capable of upping Delphi's defenses via catapults and watchtowers. A few were just acknowledgments that payment had been received. They were all of a similar nature.

Reyna laid out a blank scroll on the table and grabbed a quill. She dipped it into the inkwell that had been left uncorked and began writing, doing her best to replicate Titan's handwriting. She could have just sent off Titan's discarded letter, but didn't know how long ago it had been written. Odds were that it wouldn't make sense to the legatus if he received it now.

Velus. My patience has run dry. Our business together has hereby concluded. You shall never see another drachma or denarius from me. I have begun enlisting the aid of more mercenaries and will soon expand my territory. If you're wise, you won't interfere.

-Titan

Once she was satisfied with her forged letter, she closed the window and cut a bit of string. She looked around for a second then spotted a bag of grain in the corner of the room. She scooped a handful into her palm and turned toward the coops. Etched into each of them were locations, except for one that only read "Velus". She poured the grain through the top of the cage and the four pigeons inside instantly began happily nibbling at it.

Now that the birds were distracted, she opened the door. The pigeons made no reaction. She carefully tied the scroll around one of their legs and it didn't seem to mind. She let it continue to eat for a minute before finally picking it up. It cooed in protest, but didn't put up much of a fight. She closed the door, walked to the window, and let it down on the sill. The instant she opened it back up, the pigeon took flight and flew away.

Obviously, with Titan and his goons dealt with, the city of Delphi would likely descend into chaos. Without anyone to withhold the law, criminals could run about doing as they wished and the people would live in fear. The hope with the letter was that Velus would be so angry he'd march down immediately to clean up the mess they'd be leaving behind. They just needed it to last unruled long enough for the legion to get there.

With the easy part of her job done, Reyna left Titan's house and ran toward her next objective. She reached a section of the city that was rather devoid of citizens. There were soldiers milling about, as their barracks was close by, but few civilians. She kept her head low and proceeded to a short, windowless building made entirely from stone. It had a large wooden double doorway and four men standing guard in front of it. The one in the middle had the fanciest looking armor, and when she got closer she could see an easily identifiable medallion hanging from his neck.

"Halt!" her target called out to her.

Reyna continued forward. She was less than ten paces from them when they all drew their swords.

"I said halt!" the man with the medallion shouted.

She stopped and stared.

One of the guards licked his lips. "Mmm, are you sure we want her to, sir? Let her get a little closer. We can take turns."

Reyna drew her gladius and pointed it at Titan's henchman, ignoring the guard's comment. "I, Reyna Arellano, antecedent legatus of Rome's primary legion, hereby challenge you to a duel."

All four of them laughed, which wasn't unexpected.

"You want to fight me?" said Medallion. "You're a woman!"

"If you're too afraid to fight me one-on-one," said Reyna, "feel free to let your lackeys assist you."

"Afraid? This is a joke, right?"

She gave her sword a flourish and continued to stare him down. "No."

Medallion looked around for a second as if to see if someone were pulling a prank on him. He didn't seem to find anything, so he waved his men off. "Sheath your swords. I'll put this whore in her place, then you can have your way with her."

The guards did as instructed and then took a step back. Medallion advanced hesitantly. Taking this as him accepting her challenge, Reyna struck. Medallion's eyes widened and he raised his sword to block. She went for another strike and he stepped back out of its reach.

Reyna was persistent in her attacks, hoping to use his surprise to her advantage. Unfortunately he seemed to stop underestimating her rather quickly. He began giving it his all and matching her ferocity and speed, but his skill didn't quite exceed her own.

The duel lasted only a minute. The man managed to hold his own quite well, which was to be expected from one of Titan's most trusted followers. Eventually, though, she sent his sword flying and knocked him to the ground. He didn't get back up.

She looked to the three mercenaries who were staring at her in awe. They drew their swords and then tossed them at her feet. It began to rain.

"Smart choice," she commented. "Now step aside."

They did so. She walked up to the door but hesitated when she passed by them. She looked right at the one who'd licked his lips at her and then punched him in the face before pulling the doors open. Inside she found quite a bit of valuables.

She heard the first lightning strike.

The storehouse was filled with quite a bit of food, metal, and trunks. Pushing one of the trunks open revealed them to be filled with drachmas and denarii alike. She also found a pile of miscellaneous objects which included a bit of rope. She used this to bind the henchman and leave him inside, finding that the guards had retrieved their weapons and fled.

She was only able to carry two trunks at once, which was fine for the plan. Percy would be here soon to retrieve some more. She left the storehouse with them and closed the doors behind her. She then proceeded toward her last destination before the final confrontation. On the way she heard another bolt of lightning.

A couple minutes later, she barged right into a barracks filled with mercenaries and dropped the trunks on the floor. She threw the lids open so everyone could see the coins, which made those who'd drawn their weapons freeze.

"Titan is no longer in control of Delphi," she announced. "Your efforts to prevent this would end very poorly for you. I suggest you take this, and stay out of the fight."

She didn't wait to hear what they had to say in response. She turned and left, running toward the meetup location.

Jason got the fun job. There'd been a bit of an argument with Percy about which of them would be the distraction, but of the two, Jason was louder. Reyna hadn't even been considered, because you can't really expect an oppressed city ruled by slavers, thieves, and sellswords to take a female threat all the seriously. But a muscular man with the power of Jupiter at his fingertips? Him they'd very easily pay attention to.

Jason leisurely strolled into the busiest part of Delphi. The Temple of Apollo was in plain view, not too far off in the distance. He entered into a simple plaza that had a decent amount of soldiers among the civilians, but too few for his liking. He'd have to change that.

He stepped up onto a bench and looked around. A few people threw him curious glances, but most just continued on with their business. A couple of the soldiers were watching him warily to see what he might do. One even looked to recognize him and started approaching with his hands on his two sheathed swords.

"People of Delphi!" Jason announced in the loudest voice he could muster. "Today, Titan's reign of terror comes to an end!"

Everyone stopped to stare at him. All the mercenaries began approaching him and the one who'd recognized him stopped and drew a pair shortswords.

"Step down from there and come with us," he ordered. "The boss wants to meet you."

Jason drew his own sword. "Yeah, I want to meet him too. You're just going to have to tell him to come here."

The soldier stepped back cautiously but held his weapon at the ready. "Last warning. Drop your sword and come quietly."

Jason casually hopped off the bench and stepped closer to him. He heard more swords being drawn and the scuttling of the crowd backing away to give them a wide berth. Sparks appeared around Jason's eyes and he let a few dance across his fingertips too. The soldier gulped, but surprisingly didn't back down. Jason didn't know whether to call that bravery or stupidity.

"This would be a lot easier if you just went and fetched Titan for me," said Jason.

The mercenary charged. Within seconds he was disarmed and out cold. The rest of the soldiers came for him as well, but were also soundly defeated. A couple managed to get in a few parries, but Jason had practically been born with a sword in his hand; it'd take a lot more to make him break a sweat. One of them even turned and fled, which was good.

Jason looked around at the civilians who were watching him with mixed emotions. Almost all of them were awed. Some looked a tad fearful, others hopeful. A few were scared enough of him to run away. He was about to explain to them that his actions were to help them and their city, but then more soldiers arrived. Either the one that fled had sent them here or the sound of fighting had just carried that far away. Whatever the case, he was happy; he didn't have to drain himself to use his parlor trick just yet.

Jason fought off the newcomers just as easily. He'd attempted to persuade them into laying down their arms, but they'd persisted in attacking him. "Titan's operation is falling with or without your interference," and "Whatever he's paying you, we'll pay more," didn't quite do the trick. He figured they just didn't believe him, which was only bad for them. Soon enough the plaza was littered with unconscious or dazed mercenaries, but not a drop of blood had been spilled.

"I'm only here for Titan!" Jason shouted. "He and his henchmen have ruled over you with an iron fist for too long! Send as many mercs as you want after me! I won't stop until I have him!"

"Then you'll have me," a gruff voice said.

Jason turned and saw the same man who he'd seen walking out of the Temple of Apollo when they first arrived. He resembled Titus, but only if a god had zapped him and gave him the muscles and build of Hercules. If he wasn't Titan, Jason would eat his sword.

Next to him stood someone who was somehow even larger. He had a gold chain from which hung a medallion and a silver ring. He was topless, which revealed a hairy and heavily scarred chest. He could only be Titan's right hand man, or primus pilus, as Titus had equated him to.

Jason took one step toward them. "Great, then we can get started."

Titan drew a greatsword that probably weighed half as much as Jason. His "primus pilus" drew two one-handed battleaxes. They advanced a couple of threatening steps with deadly looks in their eyes. Footsteps could be heard as twice as many soldiers as Jason had already defeated showed up behind them.

"You should fetch a few more." Jason pointed his sword to the sky and clouds rapidly began forming overhead. "Then you might have a chance."

Titan growled. Jason lowered his sword and rain suddenly started pouring down. A few bystanders retreated inside, but most were too curious to not watch what was about to go down.

"You can still get out of this with your life," said Jason. "I'm going to beat you, but I won't kill you. They will, though." He gestured to the people. "The ones you've hurt and enslaved. Once I reduce you to nothing and put a blade in their hands, they'll kill you. And no one's going to stop them."

"Shut the fuck up." Titan pointed a finger at him.

Instantly, all of his mercenaries charged together as one. Jason sighed and took a stance. He'd been hoping to keep him talking longer, but it seemed the man was rather impatient. He'd just have to hold his own a little bit longer than he'd anticipated.

The battle started off smoothly enough. He managed to take down a few early on, but then they started trying to surround him so he had to go on the defensive to avoid being killed. He played that game fine for a bit, but then Titan and Twinaxes joined the fray themselves. That was when he was put at a real disadvantage.

To say the least, they were really good. Off the top of his head, he could only name one other mortal that matched their skill level, and he had been recently executed. He could maybe take them if it was just the two of them and could definitely take them if it was one on one, but he stood no chance against them and their army of mercenaries. He could possibly last for a little bit, but sooner or later he'd slip up and it'd be over.

But they'd planned exactly for this. After all, Jason's main job was to just be a distraction while the others went about completing their tasks relatively unhindered. Defeating Titan and his men on his own wasn't part of the plan. So he graduated to phase two: run.

Jason rolled backward and pointed his sword to the sky. A single bolt of lightning connected with the tip and bounced off to strike the ground between him and his adversaries. The following loud bang and blinding light had little effect on him. He took advantage of this distraction by turning and running down the road that led south. He didn't run too fast, though, because his intention wasn't to lose them. One glance over his shoulder told him that Titan, Twinaxes, and at least some of his mercenaries were on his tail, so all was well.

After a handful of minutes, they neared the city gate. As was predicted, two carriages containing covered cargo were heading their way. Jason smiled, then called down another lightning bolt behind him. While his pursuers were blinded, he took the opportunity to hide behind a building.

He waited for a bit. A few seconds later, he assumed Titan spotted the shipment.

"What is this?" he shouted.

"U-uh, the m-money shipment y-you ordered, sir," a small voice answered.

"I didn't order this!"

"B-but, we received a m-messenger in the night. H-he gave us a scroll with y-your seal."

Hubris is a convenient device that can be used to make one meet their end. Titan deemed a task as menial as stamping wax seals and handing letters off to messengers beneath himself. So he'd given his seal to Titus, whom he treated as little more than an errand boy. This made it quite easy to have half of the wealth contained in his second storehouse — which was located all the way by the docks — transported to the city.

"Stop quivering or I'll have to rethink my decision to put that pendant on your neck!" said Titan.

Jason snuck around so he was as close to the carriages as he could be without being seen. He was able to see a man wearing a familiar medallion sitting in the front carriage — Titan's last henchman. He then rushed out and slashed the harnesses keeping the horses connected to the vehicles as quickly as he could. The horses were startled and ran off, leaving the cargo behind. One even ran straight into Titan, knocking the man mountain over.

Jason pulled the tarp off of one of the carriages and tossed a trunk at the mercenaries that were now advancing on him. The lid opened and coins spilled out of it, causing them to halt.

"You have two choices," Jason told them. "Fight me, get hurt, and become broke. Or you can take as much money as you want from here and go home. Titan's going to lose, regardless of what you decide."

"Kill him!" Titan ordered while he was getting to his feet.

Only Twinaxes advanced. Jason engaged him, slowly retreating all the while, and then Titan joined in. The mercenaries sheathed their weapons and raided the carriages. The last henchman hopped down from the carriage and also advanced on him.

All was going according to plan. Now Jason just had to lead those three back to the plaza where Reyna and Percy should be waiting for him, and they'd take them down together.

Being Titan's son did come with some perks. Titus didn't have to worry about anyone crossing him, because everyone in Delphi knew exactly who his father was. He had his own home, even though it was rather small. His meals were more luxurious than they'd been back in Rome. Most importantly, he had enough coin to be considered wealthy.

He didn't care about any of those things, though. He hadn't thought twice about giving it all up to see his father face retribution. Because the downsides of being his son far outweighed the perks.

He hated himself. He had to sit by and watch the horrible things Titan put Delphi's citizens through. He had to train with him until he was bruised and bleeding. Sometimes he even had to deliver orders from his father that he'd much rather not be associated with. Worst of all, he wasn't allowed to show weakness — not even for a moment. That's why he often visited the Pythia at night when his bottled up emotions became too much to bear, because she was the only one he could trust.

Actually, she was the only one he could trust. He was probably crazy to do so, but he trusted Jason, Reyna, and even Percy now too. He didn't fully understand why. Maybe it was because he felt guilty for having tried to kill the Greek demigod and for having decided he hated the other two. Perhaps it was destiny. After all, it seemed like a rather big coincidence for them to show up here where he most needed them. But the Pythia had always told him that his patience would one day be rewarded. He wasn't taking any chances. If he couldn't trust three demigods who wanted to destroy the man who'd terrorized him his entire life, he may as well just kill himself now. At least he'd get to see Alexi again, and his mother and sister.

Presently, Titus stared out a window overlooking the plaza where Jason had begun the distraction. Three men with matching medallions were tied up behind him with a band of mercenaries standing guard. Titus had used all his wealth to hire them. He'd ordered them to gather the defeated henchmen from the designated drop off spots and bring them here. Now he just had to wait for the rest to fall and then Delphi will have been officially liberated, for the most part. The most important part of the plan was Rome marching in and taking control, which likely wouldn't happen for at least another week or two.

"How much longer?" one of the mercenaries asked with a bored voice.

"Shouldn't be long," Titus answered. "Remember that there's more than I already gave you on the line here, so just be patient."

The mercenary scoffed, but didn't say anything else. Money always speaks louder than words, he'd learned.

He continued watching, and then Jason finally showed up with three men chasing him. Titus furrowed his brow. Jason wasn't supposed to come back yet. Percy and Reyna were supposed to have arrived first. Either he'd lost track of time and Jason was early, or the other two were behind schedule.

Jason made his stand in the plaza, one-on-three. His opponents were Titus's father, Epistor, and Phlios. Epistor was Titan's closest friend and Phlios was his newest henchman. All three were intent on killing the lone demigod. He was definitely struggling, and looked to be very exhausted.

A few minutes passed and a lightning bolt struck the ground, which bought Jason some breathing room, but not a lot. He kept getting slower and narrowly avoided losing a limb until Reyna finally joined him. She proved to be helpful, but not enough to win the matchup. The pair of them had to hold out for another five minutes before Percy finally arrived, giving them the advantage they needed.

After that, the battle was basically already won. Phlios fell, then Epistor, and ultimately Titan. Jason dropped to a knee, finally able to take a moment to rest, while Percy and Reyna looked around for more adversaries — there were none.

"Now," said Titus.

His hired help picked up their captives and brought them outside and into the square. They tied up the other three and sat them all together. A few were already stirring but were gagged, so they couldn't say anything.

"Citizens of Delphi!" Percy shouted. His voice seemed to bounce off the raindrops and carry to everyone nearby. "These men have ruled your city for too long! Today they fell, and their soldiers have abandoned them in favor of coin! They've hurt you, and your families, and now they are at your mercy! Do with them as you will. No one will stop you."

As Percy spoke, Titus left the building and approached the bound oppressors. Percy finished his little speech and the three demigods began walking away from the bound rulers. Titus's mercenaries were gathering the weapons of those who'd been defeated and dropping them in front of the crowds. He could already see citizens tentatively taking blades into their hands, but he got first dibs.

"Hey!" Percy jogged up to him and put a hand on his chest, somehow able to tell what he was intending to do. "You don't have to do this."

"Move," Titus said without taking his eyes off of his unconscious father.

"Vengeance isn't what you think it is. You may think it'll taste sweet, but it's bitter. Believe me. It's not worth it."

"I don't care. Move."

The son of Poseidon looked reluctant, but let him go. Titus reached his father. He drew a dagger and closed his eyes. He tried to picture his mother's face, but couldn't even remember what she'd looked like. He could see Alexi's clear as day, though, staring at him with that joyful, goofy grin. He'd never gotten to meet the person who'd taken his life, but he'd settle for the man who ruined his own.

The sad truth was, he didn't feel all that much for his mother and sister. Every time he thought about them, he felt guilty for not mourning them enough. His father had never allowed him to get close to his mother, so he hardly knew her. For as long as he could remember, he'd always been Titan's son, and he'd only seen his mother every night at dinner where she'd keep mostly silent.

And as for his sister? When Titus pictured her, he didn't see the innocent baby that had never gotten the chance to grow up. He pictured a grown woman like Reyna — someone actually capable and worthy in every way he wasn't. He just knew she'd have been someone who outshined him at everything, if his father hadn't been so shortsighted.

He sometimes laughed about those thoughts. It reminded him of how terrible of a person he was. It explained why Alexi had never loved him back. He was jealous of a dead baby. How pathetic was that?

Titus raised the knife. For several seconds he hesitated, and then he did the deed. Titan was dead, and Delphi was free. He walked away and left the other five for the people to deal with.

A/N: Sorry if there are any mistakes or typos in this chapter. I just couldn't manage to get the third revision in on time. So, sorry. I really tried.

Anyway, hope you all enjoyed this unique style of chapter. It was honestly really fun to write. I had to actually use this ancient technology called "paper and pencil" to draw up a proper timeline of the entire chapter. That's how I was able to get all the timing down just right. Definitely won't be doing anything like this again for the duration for the story, but it was a fun experiment.

See you all next chapter!