Hi everyone! Sorry if my updating skills dropped recently… I don't actually have a legit reason this time. *Ducks pie* DON'T KILL ME. It won't happen again, promise!
Also, is anyone else excited that it's technically summer? Though it where I'm from, it was actually pretty cold today and I had to wear a sweater outside. Gah. And my mom decided to sign me up for all these crazy classes so I'll have a good chance of passing the IB exam or I'll die. She actually said that to me!
Enough of my pointless ranting, that's all I have to say for this week. Enjoy your chapter, and please leave a review on your way out!
Dear Mortals,
Die.
Die in the most agonizing way, as slow as possible and with no one to hear you scream. Die before you have a chance to really live, to do all the good that you no doubt were aiming for. That is the type of scene that my most cheerful (Though a monster can not be such a thing) daydreams bring me. Pray for forgiveness, insolent mortals, and obey the instructions I give you, because I am obviously your superior.
So obviously you should all die and fall into the deepest area of Tatarus so I can use you to drag me out of this torturous place. How could I even deserve such a thing? Tatarus is the pit of evil, and I was definitely on the right side.
So how dare you support the Seven when the correct option was in front of you the whole time. How dare you cheer while Mother Earth fell! Most importantly, how DARE you wished for Percy and Annabeth to live when they were in my clutches! I NEARLY HAD THEM BOTH, HAD THE GIRL WHO KILLED ME, BUT THEN THAT NO-GOOD, PATHETIC, TRAITOR TITAN HAD TO RUIN EVERYTHING!
…What did you just say? How dare I insult Bob? See, that's just the sort of thing I'm talking about! What type of name is Bob? How could the mighty me lose to someone with the name of Bob?
Hey, don't laugh! Bobs are actually, ugh, deadly! Yes, they're very dangerous! And he had a broom! Don't you know how battle-worthy those magnificent weapons are? Why, they're practically legendary, and- STOP LAUGHING! No, don't laugh harder- UGH! MORTALS!
Wishing you all torturous deaths,
Kelli