“What's the other form?” I asked, shivering.
Two forms? This thing was horrifying. And it was apparently evolving. #NoOneLikesAnOverachiever #ItsScience
“The golden boar,” Cronus said quickly, gathering energy into his hands and blasting it toward the creature in an attempt to reinforce its current prison—sneaky shit had just wiggled one leg loose from the ice block. “It used to be a god, but upon death—a brutal death—the Erynomus was born. It only returns to the golden boar when it believes it has won, because it’s the only form it will absorb souls from. Lauding its victory over the defeated.”
“We have to let it think it’s won?” I said in a rush.
#Quick #PlayDead
Cronus blinked at me.
“Surely there is a way to trick this creature into believing it has killed you all?”
I mean, two minutes ago it was supposed to be as dumb as a bag of rocks. Even with the recent upgrade, there should be a way to get one over on it.
Cronus mulled this over for a few minutes, blasting power as he did. Two legs were free now and they were running out of time. “I’ll see if something comes to me while we fight it,” he said. “It’s the best idea I’ve heard in a while.”
I smiled, feeling quite smug about it.
#IHaveIdeas
“Have I told you recently that I love you?” Cronus said, taking a second to kiss me. “I died a million fucking deaths when I thought we’d be separated for the rest of your life. But you need to know that I would never have stopped fighting to get back to you.”
Tears welled in my eyes, and finally the emotional unbalance made sense. Pregnant hormones. “I love you too, Cronus. More than I expected to ever love anyone. And if I ever have to watch you die again to save the world, I will be really pissed.”
It was either joke or fall down and sob my heart out. The burning agony of watching someone I love die like that would be with me forever. Having him back in my life, even in this manner, was enough to ease some of the ache.
“I’ll never leave you again,” Cronus said, and I felt him gather a ton of power in his hands, swinging both arms out as he shot it all at the Erynomus.
Despite that promise, he did move a little away from me, joining Rhea and Hyperion in battle. They looked relieved to have him on the front line, as he was the strongest of them. Clearly death did not diminish that.
While they fought, I hoped Cronus knew what he was doing in tricking this bull thing into believing they were dead. How the fuck did a dead Titan “play dead” anyway? Surely that was an oxymoron or juxtaposition?—I could never remember what those two meant.
#NotAnEnglishMajor #LifeOfHashtagsAndTaglines
Clutching at my stomach, I sucked in a deep breath, cursing the hot acrid air and wishing I had a margarita in front of me.Fuck! #NoAlcoholForNineMonths #ForgotThatGem
But seriously, how could anyone think under these circumstances?
The Erynomus roared, launching itself up into the air and sending out gusts of air and putrid-smelling energy, blasting the three Titans away.
“Help Mommy out,” I muttered in a rush, wondering why my head was so fuzzy. When did being pregnant give you the flu symptoms in the underworld? “We need someone to play dead for a bit but not be actually dead. Give me an idea rather than a hormone imbalance.”
All of a sudden, Hyperion went flying toward the bull in the oddest jerking motion that I’d ever seen. The normally graceful Titan never moved like that, and before I could even contemplate what was happening, he ended up gored on the large horns of the beast.
#WhatTheFuckJustHappened.
Oh gods.
The Erynomus threw its head back, Titan still attached, and made a triumphant bellow.
Cronus and Rhea both hit the ground at that moment, their forms still, and I gasped, trying to figure out what was happening.
Shit, shit, shit, shit.Had … had the baby just done that? I'd been hoping for an idea, talking to it like I had an ally on my side. But…
“You killed Grandpa!” I screamed. Looking down to scold my belly, I gasped; my hands and body were translucent, making me appear almost invisible.
What was my baby Titan capable of?
