the floor and trying to bribe me for his life. My, how things changed when your slave was back with a weapon capable of killing you. The Olympians could cut up and abuse people because they didn’t have to face mortality before. It was staring them right in the face now, and I had Poseidon’s hands so he couldn’t fling any magic at me. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful sight except for River naked in my pool.
“I think you’ve helped me enough, and I’m far from a prisoner in the Underworld. Do you remember all those villages you had me wipe out because you were bored or had a bet with Ares? It’s time you paid for all those lives. Remember all the women you raped in Athena’s temple just because you were pissed at her? If people in the Underworld knew we were coming here with these weapons, you would have had people lining up to kill you. I get that honor.”
Poseidon had the nerve to look offended.
“You were all mortal—just little humans with a finite lifespan. You should consider yourselves blessed we paid enough attention to you to bless you with our magic. You’d be dead now if it weren’t for us. You should be thanking us, not trying to kill me.”
I was done. A lot of the Olympians like Hera had changed, but Poseidon hadn’t. I was done listening to this garbage. I wanted him to stop talking. I straddled his waist and pressed the blade to his neck.
“I suppose I should thank you for allowing me to live long enough to kill you.”
“Wait—”
Hephaestus forged excellent weapons. The demigods sought him out for a reason. I cut him off and slit his throat as hard as I could. The blade was so sharp, and it nearly severed his head. I had blood all over me. Poseidon’s string was now cut, and I could close this chapter of my life.
I’d been ignoring everything in the surrounding room. It was like it was just Poseidon and me. Now, I could feel magic being flung and hear fists being thrown. I could focus again, and my tunnel vision was gone.
Who to help kill next?
Chapter 23
Pavlina
I
’d dreamed of this moment for so long, but it was a little bittersweet. Athena needed to die. That was a given, but why should I get this honor alone? I knew why they weren’t invited, but the Gorgon sisters needed to be here for this. What Athena had done to Medusa was above and beyond cruel. It was worse than what she did to me. She cursed her sisters for standing up for Medusa, and now all three of them were monsters in the Underworld.
I knew they weren’t invited because they would have slaughtered any Olympian they came across, no questions asked. They’d be pissed they weren’t because, like me, they needed to see her die. I decided something right then and there. Hephaestus made damned good blades, even if they weren’t for killing gods. I’d bring them back her head. Medusa could turn it to stone, and they could either display it on a bookshelf or smash it into a million pieces. I hope these damned Olympians on our side understood how many people they hurt while they were pretending to be gods and didn’t get butt hurt about me taking a head for a trophy. It wasn’t like she needed it anymore, and all those burial rites they fed us we needed to do to end up in the Underworld were total shit.
I was zeroed in on Athena after Artemis’s arrow took out Zeus. I started laughing like a crazy person when the great Athena attempted to run to the door in those ridiculous fucking heels she was wearing. I nearly peed myself when Tryphon wrapped a tentacle around her waist and she ended up flat on her face. He even did me a solid by dragging her closer to me before he went off to kill Poseidon.
Athena scrambled to turn around and wildly threw a spell. I tried blocking it, but it hit me right in the face. Did she just throw a punch with magic? It cracked my lip open, and I could taste blood in my mouth. Out of everything she could have thrown at me, she gave me a weak-ass punch in the face. I knew how creepy I looked when I just smiled at her with blood all over my teeth.
“That’s it? After all