Power:Mental, details unknown.
Power Ranking:Insufficient data.
Animal Protector:Nemean Jaguar.
Occupations:Assembly of Death member. Founded WSDL weapons manufacturing with Achilles, Augustus, and Kharon.
Net worth: $3.5 billion.
The Titan kicked its legs and pleaded.
Patro touched his pointer finger to the Titan’s forehead—green eyes glowing bloodred as he activated his Chthonic powers—and the Titan said something.
Patro clenched his jaw with anger, then he turned his head toward the camera.
Short wavy black hair, full crimson lips, long dark eyelashes, black skin, hollowed cheeks, and deep dimples created a stunning picture.
Students gasped aloud.
“The rumors are true. He really does look like the statue of David,” someone said, and the class made noises of agreement.
Desks shifted as they leaned closer.
Even through the grainy lens, Patro’s full profile was something otherworldly. He was simply too attractive to be real.
Father John had definitely been picturing Patro when he said, “The devil has a pretty face, and humanity is going to hell for worshipping it.”
Patro raised his finger and pointed directly at the camera.
“Holy shit,”Tim-Tom whispered behind me.
Heavy black boots stomped into view and revealed bulging thighs covered in weapons, sharp red eyes, and a muzzle.
A fist reared back, and Achilles shattered the lens with a punch—the screen went black.
There was dead silence as everyone processed what they’d just seen.
Lightning flashed outside, illuminating a barbed-wire fence, and thunder cracked in the darkness.
Rain poured harder.
