Misery's Smile Chapter 15
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Rocky & Rinne
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*unfurls curtains*
The world warped, as Perseus found himself in a desolate, barren wasteland. Smoke seemed to emit from every corner of the land, and the air became heavy with power. The Primordial could only wonder what brought him here as he turned to look at three, familiar beings.
"We advised you not to interfere, Son of Misery," Clotho said, in a commanding tone.
"Yet, you refused." Atropos folded her arms, a disapproving look on her shrivelled face.
Perseus raised an eyebrow. He magnified the echo of darkness laying within Delos to remind the Fates of the reason why he left. The Fates remained unmoved, seemingly being calm about what exactly was at stake.
Then, a pulse of power shook the whole plane, and Perseus felt his breath leave him. The power was massive. For a moment there, he felt like he was back at Tartarus' palace. The Fates nodded in acknowledgement before they spoke again.
"Yes, Perseus, you are not wrong. This power comes from the Lady of Destiny. Our mother – Ananke," Lachesis said.
"We brought you here for a demonstration," Atropos added.
Perseus was unaffected by their threat. He came for one reason – to save his demigods from a trap set by Amauros. Perseus' yellow eyes started to intensify its glow as he flared his power towards the Fates.
"Destiny is already at stake. In her wisdom, Lady Ananke will understand," Perseus glared, while the Fates seemed unintimidated, even amused.
The ground started to shake. The pulses of Ananke's power seemed to react with Perseus'. The Fates' amused reaction struck a nerve in Perseus, who did not wish to meaninglessly banter with the infuriating deities. His students' lives were at stake. Not to mention Lykos and Apollo.
His power intensified as the smirk left the faces of the Fates. They stepped forward. Perseus escalated his pressure, and they stumbled.
"Do not interfere, lest Destiny indeed falls. Amauros is moving. Surely in all your wisdom, you know of that, Daughters of Ananke?" Perseus boomed.
Perseus was amazed at the power of the Goddess of Destiny, if it was indeed simply her name that invoked such a powerful reaction. However, he did not dwell on it, as the Fates seemed to struggle under the pressure. It was then; Atropos took out a knife, and let loose a strong blast of power. The pressure faltered a little, allowing the Fates to speak.
"You are indeed powerful, young son of Akhlys. We would not stand a chance against you." Lachesis sounded rather amused, though the bead of sweat running down her brow and the narrowed eyes betraying her true feelings.
"However, you are a fool," Clotho told.
"Do you think Amauros knows not of the power of Lady Ananke? Do you think he dares to take such a risk? Perhaps you are right – he does not care about Fate, about our will." Atropos raised her voice harshly. "However, he also plays a game with Destiny, which is Lady Ananke's domain. Lady Ananke, the greatest of the Elders!"
"And if you interfere, you are also playing a game with Destiny," Clotho said, effectively causing Perseus to grit his teeth.
"You know this, Perseus. Amauros, for all his power, does not stand a chance against the might of Ananke… and neither do you."
"Amauros will not strike tonight. We will make sure of it, and will remind him of his place among the Children of Chaos."
"Yet, you allow yourself to be so easily compromised! Python has awakened! Do you think Amauros cares, at this point?!" Perseus boomed, earning a flash of uncertainty from the Fates.
It was gone in a split-second, but Perseus caught it nonetheless. However, he wasn't about to get an answer. The last thing he saw was Atropos waving her hand.
The world warped once more, and Perseus found himself in a meadow not far from Attica.
The townspeople around him tried to help him up – only to be met with a wolfish growl from the Primordial. He looked at their struck faces, and sighed. Muttering an apology, Perseus floated away, as he considered his options.
Perseus was heavily annoyed and frustrated. With the threat of Ananke's rage looming over him, the Primordial was effectively powerless to do as he wished to protect his demigods. Though, if there was any comfort, Amauros and Nyctos had their hands equally tied.
What they did have, though, was an army of monsters – powerful ones if Python was anything to go by. Perseus wanted to ask Apollo for aid, being the original and true slayer of Python. However, judging from how dark the days were recently, the Sun God was obviously weakened for various reasons – and was not an option. The other Olympians were tied by the Ancient Laws, and their duties.
However, Perseus knew there was one other option. One immortal who did not have her hands tied with the Fates, and was outside of the Ancient Laws when she carried out her duty. The goddess was arguably at her strongest, and was more likely to defeat Python.
Perseus let out a wry, but bitter smile. He could only wonder if Lady Ananke was indeed awake, and mocking him.
The mist thickened. Anaxos still felt creeped out by the 'boat', but essentially stopped complaining. The boat was basically loose planks of wood held together by the spirits of Tartarus summoned by Lykos. While it was unpleasant and admittedly disturbing, it was the only thing they could get. Re-adjusting himself to be more comfortable, the child of Apollo started to think of the obstacles ahead.
Python wouldn't be so bad, would he?
And as usual, the Shade would simply give an incredulous expression, before saying, "Python is one of the most powerful monsters that was born from Gaea."
Just like that, his hopes for possible survival were dashed. After all, if the stories were true, Apollo barely defeated Python, even with the powers of the Sun aiding him. If a powerful Olympian had that much trouble, two demigods and a Shade would probably be nothing but fodder.
The Fates hadn't given any answers to Anaxos in terms of killing Python, which only unnerved the group further. Aita, as usual, refused to show it and put up a show of calmness for the sake of the quest, but it was painfully clear he was equally unnerved.
"Anaxos… Do you think we can do this?" Aita asked, a slight quiver betraying the fear in his voice.
Anaxos wanted to answer with a reassuring wink, or a laugh, but couldn't. He was just as scared as Aita.
Meanwhile, Lykos studied them from the corner of the boat. The Shade knew that for all their bravery and daring, they would not stand a chance against the serpent. They would need help from an Olympian, at least.
He tried praying to Nyx, and even Perseus, but found no answer.
Then, Lykos trained his eyes on Aita. The son of Hades noticed, and returned the look with a calm, but menacing glare. He seemed to falter for a moment, but defiantly kept it up.
"Why are you staring, Lykos?" Aita intensified his glare, only for the old warrior to muffle a small chuckle.
"It is nothing, son of Hades," Lykos waved his hand.
The Wolf widened his eyes for a moment, trying to make something out of this strange circumstance. What would the Fates be doing in Delos? Could it be they were conspiring with the Shadow somehow? Shaking his head, Lykos quickly snuffed out that thought.
That was impossible. The Fates had already been sworn to an oath by Lord Chaos to be forever unyielding and neutral. However…
Distracted as Lykos was, he couldn't hear Anaxos calling out to him. Turning his head, he saw a rather angry expression on the child's face. Apparently, he had another vision, and it was about the defences surrounding the Oracle.
"So, child. You mean to tell me there is a legion of Cyclopes and Python himself?"
"A full legion... And it looks like they are of the ancient Sea, by the sounds of it," Aita grumbled.
"Are you sure, Anaxos? This is indeed a very dangerous situation…" Lykos trailed off in a grim voice.
"I… I am. I felt him. The serpent," Anaxos trembled.
Lykos nodded, before urging the spirits forward. He could smell it – the poison and the monsters lurking about. They were close to Delos. The heaviness in the air, and the pounding echoes of darkness told him so.
He was about to tell the duo to be on their respective guards, only to see them readying their weapons already. The wind stopped, and the surroundings turned deadly silent. Lykos drew his sword silently, and Aita gave Anaxos a silent nod.
Lykos knew they were unnerved, but quietly praised their composure nonetheless. He carefully manoeuvred the boat, while keeping a hard look out for possible ambushes. Then, he felt it.
No, they felt it.
An ominous and menacing presence and the telltale sound of slithering – like a snake. The sheer weight of presence alarmed Lykos, but he did not speak of it.
"It's him, isn't it? Python," Anaxos asked.
Lykos paused for a moment. "… Yes."
"We will complete Lord Apollo's work," Aita said, gripping his sword even tighter.
Lykos raised an eyebrow at their sudden bravado, but couldn't help but chuckle. Perhaps these demigods had spine in them, after all. A hiss from one of the spirits told Lykos all he needed to know.
The Wolf of Nyx drew his sword and stood up. "We have reached Delos."
"The air feels so… stagnant and dead," Anaxos noted. "So where do we go now?"
"Forward," Aita shrugged, causing more than a few sighs among the group.
(Meanwhile, high up in the air near Delos…)
The moon seemed to glare at Apollo as he urged his steed to go quicker. His instincts were telling him they had reached Delos. The air was quiet, and he could not help but take a look towards his sister's chariot.
Sister.
It was strange thinking of that word, considering how deteriorated their relationship was.
Reaching out with his thoughts, Apollo noticed in surprise Artemis' mind was unprotected. All thoughts of the quest seemed to escape him as he tried to feel what the huntress felt. There was anger… bitterness… disappointment… despair.
Yet, there was a relatively alien emotion. Something he could not quite understand. She was in pain, in deep pain. For a second there, Apollo forgot about their animosity and hatred towards each other. He wanted to understand, to know why his sister was in such deep pain.
Suddenly, a breeze blew, and he suddenly heard a prayer from his son – Anaxos.
'Help us, Father.'
Apollo sighed, and steeled his eyes. He had been carried away from his priorities. The sun god had a duty to fulfill. Withdrawing quietly from Artemis' mind, Apollo hoped the demigods would be able to hold out against the great serpent long enough for him to arrive.
The mist thickened, and he could feel the slithering presence, sending a chill down his spine. The presence he vanquished all those years ago, haunting him ever since he struck it down.
It was two centuries since then. Times have changed, but not for the better. Apollo was not as powerful as he was when he first took Helios' mantle as Sun God.
Python however, from what Apollo sensed and saw, was at full strength, and more than ready to take revenge against his slayer. Apollo would have Perseus fight with him, but knew the Fates had disallowed the Primordial from acting directly. Apollo's thoughts strayed towards Artemis, but he shut it down quickly.
There was no way she would bother anyway. Then again, he wasn't alone. He had a son of Hades, and his own son, Anaxos, fighting with him.
At least, it wouldn't be such a bad match after all, in a sense. Also, if they did wound Python in some way, it would probably make it easier for Apollo to finish him off.
(At Delos…)
Lykos looked in awe as the trio walked across the wretched, misty land. He remembered Delos as a paradise that could possibly rival Elysium. The Wolf could still recall walking across the meadows of the island, while breathing in the clean, pure air of the place.
Now, though, it was a barren wasteland, riddled with mist, and noxious fumes of air. He had heard Perseus had let his uncontrolled power loose here, changing the landscape. As they went deeper, the smell of blood and staleness grew stronger.
The heaviness seemed almost crushing at this point, and Lykos could feel his arm tremble a little. Clenching his fist and controlling his breathing, Lykos quickly clamped it down, looking to the other quest members.
The boys looked to be holding it together nicely. Their eyes were defiant and full of conviction. The old wolf wondered if they'd keep it that way against Python.
Then, they saw it, a small white cottage with an extremely faint green aura lining it. Outside, there were a few Cyclops guards, ancient ones judging from the size.
"Come on, we can take them! We just need the Oracle, and we can leave," Anaxos growled.
"Silence," Lykos hissed, "Patience, child. Python has not shown himself yet. If we are caught off guard, we will be finished."
Suddenly, slithering could be heard, as a significant explosion sounded. Sensing danger, Lykos quickly spun around and swung his blade across, blocking a giant claw from impaling the trio. Then, Aita drove it away with a blast of shadow. A curious hissing voice – almost a mocking laugh – could be heard, as Anaxos shakily readied an arrow.
"Why are you so afraid?" A hiss spoke.
Suddenly, a giant serpent sprung out from the ground. Lykos hardened his eyes, looking at the colossal monster: a four-legged serpent with the paralyzing eyes of an ancient Drakon. The sheer amount of foul aura was unmistakeable.
Python.
While his expression seemed to be of triumph, his narrowed eyes told differently. He was waiting for his very own revenge, and the trio knew it.
"I knew you were here. Those cloaks have one weakness – and that is the Night. The difference in power between Perseus and The Shadow is too great," Python chuckled.
The serpent's voice seemed to make the still, stagnant air tremble, and every step he took was met by a quake on the ground.
Anaxos defiantly kept his knees from quivering – he refused to be intimidated. Python noticed this before hissing menacingly at Anaxos.
"I ask again, why do you possess such fear of me, boy?" Python asked, with a rather mocking tone.
There was no answer, but Lykos could see him shaking. Aita laid a hand on Anaxos' shoulder, before sending a blast of darkness to the mildly surprised Python, who easily deflected it. While it didn't do the serpent any harm, it sent a message to him.
"You think to touch me with such a feeble move, son of Olympus?" Python sneered, before continuing, "No matter. I will begin my revenge today, starting with this son of that filth. It has been two centuries since I had a proper meal. I can't wait."
Aita looked at Anaxos, who dropped his bow at this point. Lykos was about to act, but Aita was ahead of him. The Spartan slapped Anaxos back to his senses, quite literally.
"Just what I expected from a cowardly Athenian. I thought better of you, but I was wrong. Disgraceful. What would your father say?" Aita said with a mocking tone.
Lykos was rather impressed by Aita, though he couldn't help but shake his head at the demigod's recklessness. He wondered if this was what Perseus passed down to them. However, he didn't have time to dwell on it though, as he saw two Cyclopes attack.
With a controlled, precise strike of his sword, Lykos effortlessly dispatched one of the monsters. He was about to cut down the others, before he heard the familiar sound of an arrow being released, and the monsters fell dead. Looking back, he saw Anaxos, who gave him a rather nervous, but triumphant smile. Lykos wasn't impressed, and returned it with a stern look. There was no time to be celebrating, especially with Python still alive.
Using the Cyclopes as sacrifices, Aita attacked Python with a large aura of Shadow. Python seemed to buckle a little, but recovered and deflected it. Then, with a blast of his power, the trio, save Lykos, were blown away.
Python took the time to survey the Shade. His ice-cold blue eyes seemed to unnerve the serpent, though he knew he far outclassed the Wolf in terms of pure strength.
"So this is the one The Shadow warned about…" Python thought silently, before he charged.
Lykos had predicted the attack. As the Wolf jumped to dodge it, he readjusted his blade, before cutting down powerfully at Python, who screamed in pain. Then, with a few precise, powerful strikes, Lykos continued to lay his punishment on the slower moving monster, who could barely keep up with the Shade's attacks.
"I would not let down my guard if I were you, Python," Lykos warned, before continuing his flurry of attacks.
However, as much as Lykos wanted to kill the monster – the Shade knew there were limits on how much he could act. Although his loophole gave him the luxury to meddle about, it did not mean he could finish the battle. There were limits to what he could do. The Fates had already warned him about it.
To say nothing of how he declined in strength, due to lack of practice. The Wolf was arguably but the shadow of his former self – Tartarus would be displeased. He did not see it when Python suddenly swung the talon. Lykos had prevented himself from being impaled, but he couldn't stop Python from throwing him across to a tree slightly behind the demigods, who looked like they had regained their bearings.
Striking with renewed vigour and taking advantage of Python's slowed movements, Anaxos swiftly charged at the monster.
Python hissed, and focused his eyes directly on Anaxos, who stopped dead in his tracks. It was then he felt it, the aura of Apollo, on his way to Delos. Python let out a grin, and knew his time of revenge was near – to say nothing of his paralyzed son, who had would make a fine meal.
The serpent stepped forward, only to find that he couldn't move. He saw tendrils of shadows holding him down, and growled in annoyance. The son of Hades was sweating profusely, signifying the sheer effort it took to hold Python down.
Python sighed, almost in disdain, as Aita desperately prayed to Hades for strength. Instantly, he felt rejuvenated as the tendrils of shadows grew much darker. A black sword materialized at his hip, and the serpent let out an angered roar.
"CURSE YOU, HADES!"
"Thank you, Father…" Aita thanked, before focusing his eyes on Anaxos, "Finish him, Anaxos!"
Seeing Python trapped, Anaxos shook out of his trance and let loose a giant wave of arrows – one of which hit the serpent in the mouth. Aita continued to hold down the monster as best as he could, although he was tiring. There was no way he could hold this for much longer.
Python continued screaming and struggling, only to find his efforts fruitless, as Anaxos ruthlessly shot with his arrows. And with Apollo arriving any time soon, it was getting dangerous. With a mighty roar, Python tried to release himself, only for a more powerful tendril of shadow to hold him down.
"Finish him off, Aita. I cannot hold this for much longer," a deep, smooth voice sounded in Aita's head.
It was then, Lykos stepped forward. The Shade was admittedly… impressed with Aita's show of power, though he knew it was Hades himself who was responsible. Not to mention, Aita did remind Lykos of a young Perseus, probably because the Primordial was so interested in him. He saw Anaxos' small thankful look, and with Aita barely able to move, he knew it was his responsibility to finish the monster off. Anaxos was too far away to do anything, and was not an option. It was against the will of the Fates, but it was necessary. Aita could not hold Python down much longer.
With conviction, Lykos walked towards the monster – only to be suddenly teleported away from the place. His shock could barely be described. Delos' enchantments should have made it impossible for him to be teleported in such a manner. To say nothing of the power needed to teleport a being like him so forcefully. Only a Primordial would…
"Amauros! You dare challenge the will of Lady Ananke!" A female voice boomed.
The voice seemed to continue its tirade, but it was quickly engulfed by a massive cloud of darkness. Then, a small laugh sounded, as the darkness seemed to deepen. Both presences left, before Lykos could question it.
"I do not fear Destiny," A fading dark voice said calmly.
However, two things were clear. Amauros had breached the enchantments of Delos, and the two demigods were now in grave danger of being killed. A rush of sadness filled Lykos. Although he would never admit it, he really did like the pair of demigods. Another thing that worried Lykos immensely was Amauros' last statement. Perseus had to know.
Suddenly, a presence entered Lykos' mind. He was about to set up his defenses and halt its advance, but calmed down when he heard Perseus' voice.
"Lykos! I was trying to reach you for some time now. Return to my side," Perseus ordered.
"Understood, Lord Perseus."
It wasn't what Lykos expected. He thought he'd be in Tartarus, or the demigod camp, but instead, he was in what looked to be a hunter's camp, and the hunters, or rather, huntresses were pointing their weapons to him. Normally, Lykos would be unaffected. This time though, he was too angered at recent events to tolerate any more meaningless nonsense. The Wolf of Nyx quickly drew his sword and glared, before being stopped by Perseus.
"Peace, Lykos, Hunters. There will be no bloodshed today," Perseus said with an even tone.
The huntresses seemed to ease up in relief as he said so, signifying their initial fear, reassuring Lykos a little. He saw Perseus step forward, towards their red haired leader, presumably the traitorous girl, Artemis. While he wanted to question why Perseus wanted to associate with her again, he chose to hold his tongue, knowing the son of Misery probably had a motive.
"I told you not to come back! I told…" Artemis continued to say, though her voice kept getting softer and softer with each sentence.
Perseus stared back at her with cold, blank eyes. The tension was thick in the air, and Lykos could some hunters with rather afraid expressions. However, Lykos knew t Perseus probably had control in this situation. It was the only reason why the Wolf chose not to cut down Artemis for her rudeness.
"I will ask this again, Artemis. Will you aid your brother?" Perseus' deep voice boomed, and Artemis started to bite her lip, with her expression full of guilt. "He blindly charges into a battle he knows he cannot win, yet you still refuse to aid him. Only you have the chance, and freedom from the Ancient Laws, and Fates to fight Python."
Perseus' voice seemed to soften ever so slightly as he ended his statement. Artemis looked down and made her decision.
(Meanwhile, at Delos…)
The timing could not have been direr. Lykos had suddenly disappeared, and at the same time, Aita had lost his bearings, basically running out of energy. The tendrils that held Python in place weakened, allowing the beast to break free.
"YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS, SON OF HADES!"
Python charged down towards the limp form of Aita, before his path was cut off by the weakling son of Apollo, Anaxos. His eyes were full of defiance, and barely hidden resignation. The Python stood back, before he laughed.
"And what would you do to me, you puny weakling? You could barely stand at the sight of my presence!" Python laughed, hissing at the young demigod.
"I'll die anyway," Anaxos growled, before charging towards Python.
Anaxos was a realist – he knew he couldn't win. However, he felt his father coming. The least he could do – was to hold the monster off, while waiting for Apollo's arrival, and saving Aita. Not to mention the few tricks that he possessed in his quiver.
The demigod laughed as he thought about it. For all the talk about killing the Spartans, he was risking his life, no, willing to die to save one.
"You better not waste this, you stupid Spartan," Anaxos whispered in a half-hearted mocking tone.
He charged towards the serpent, who was still reeling from the wounds Lykos and Anaxos gave him. Dodging a rather clumsy bite, Anaxos drew his bow, and shot a powerful volley of arrows towards the serpent. One of which found itself nestling near the serpent's ear, before emitting a horrible sound, effectively stunning the monster somehow.
However, Python seemed to snap out of it before charging towards Aita, but Anaxos had the situation covered. Quickly notching a golden tipped arrow, Anaxos released it towards the monster. The arrow exploded on impact, directly around the eyes of Python, effectively blinding him on one side, letting out a terrible scream.
Aita slowly came to as he heard the loud scream of Python, and saw Anaxos fighting. He wanted to get up to help his partner – his friend – but found he couldn't move. The son of Hades watched in despair, as he saw Anaxos started to lose his momentum against Python, who came back with a vengeance.
"You will die, Son of Apollo," Python hissed, his voice full of anger.
Anaxos didn't answer, instead having to dodge another flailing talon from the monster. He was tiring, and he knew it. Python had stopped toying with him in his anger at being blinded. Anaxos wouldn't have it. Notching his last golden arrow, Anaxos stood on a tree – not far from Aita's prone position.
He had a clear shot to the other eye of the monster. Then, he saw Python attacking. He would normally dodge, but he saw Python's eyes and froze. The eyes rendered him paralyzed due to the anger, and the sheer intimidation it had within them.
Using all his willpower, Anaxos managed to move just enough to dodge a talon.
"Impossible," Python said in shock.
Notching the golden-tipped arrow quickly, Anaxos took aim, and shot towards the stricken serpent. In an instant, there was a terrible roar, as the arrow destroyed his other eye, rendering him blind. Anaxos sighed, and he checked his quiver.
It was empty.
Python was seemingly unfazed, growling gutturally in an ancient tongue.
"I have underestimated you, Son of Apollo. I will not do so again."
The serpent sniffed the air, moving slowly to the defenceless Anaxos, who by now sat by the tree – too weak to even stand.
Aita struggled – he wanted to fight, to save Anaxos… But he couldn't. His body refused to obey his will, and he watched helplessly while Python slowly approached the son of Apollo, stalking his prey. Anaxos let out a wry smile of resignation.
"I have you now," Python hissed in triumph, drawing a talon back.
Aita struggled to move, prayed for something would happen, and Anaxos would be flashed out the same way Lykos did… At least, something…
It wasn't to be. With a powerful thrust from Python, it was over. There was no scream – nothing. It was simply just a slight gurgle. Aita felt Anaxos' soul leave towards the underworld, and hung his head in shame.
He was supposed to be the Leader of this quest, damn it!
Aita bit his lip in silence. Once again, he was dishonoured. A companion had died for him. He looked up, and watched in horror as the Python gripped Anaxos' limp body.
"This is indeed, a fine meal. This boy deserves no less for what he did to my eyes. Rest assured, you will be next, Son of Hades. Watch as I devour him while you lay there, helpless and weak," Python growled in triumph, before he opened his mouth.
"DON'T" Aita screamed.
Aita couldn't watch. He closed his eyes, and felt even worse, as he heard the crunching sound of bones shattering.
"Curse you, Python!" Aita shouted.
A pool of blood could be seen on the ground where Anaxos laid. Near it, a piece of an arm could be seen, and Aita, without meaning it, let out a cry.
Anaxos deserved to be buried among heroes – not end like this. Not like this.
Do you despair now, Aita?" Python sneered mockingly, as Aita's anger grew.
It took some time, but Aita forced himself to stand up. An aura of power seemed to emit off him, and his anger grew even further. After watching a friend and a hero end in such a way…
The surviving demigod lifted his Stygian Iron sword, preparing to fight against the serpent. Aita's body was protesting, but he did not care.
He wanted revenge.
Python's amusement seemed to grow at the demigod's futile efforts to stand, before a powerful golden light shot through the surroundings, and landed by Aita. It was a golden-haired god, clad in armour, equipped with a bow and a quiver of golden arrows.
Apollo.
"Stop, Aita. You have done well. I will take over from here. Anaxos' bravery will not go to waste," Apollo growled.
Aita nodded in small acknowledgement, before allowing himself to fall into unconsciousness.
"I will send you to a safe place, for now," Apollo said, touching Aita's shoulder, and flashing him away.
"Apollo, you are too late. Your precious Voice is dead, and you will forever be dishonoured among the Olympians. To say nothing of your son. Such a tragic death, indeed. He was rather… filling," Python chuckled darkly.
Apollo's eyes turned icy cold.
"Silence, Python. You should have fled at my arrival, being as blind as you are," Apollo hissed.
"Do you think I would be any weaker by simply being blind? Hm… You are not what you once was, Apollo. You are weaker," Python laughed.
"Perhaps not. However, neither are you, Python," Apollo pointed out.
Python let out a growl and advanced, only to be stopped by Apollo's blazing aura.
No more talking. I originally came to rectify my mistakes, but this time," Apollo drew his bow, "I came for revenge."
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