Hades
My teeth came down on the flesh that had come to turn against me. The pain was like a distant ebb in comparison to Elliot's—and the disappointment of Eve.
I spat out the treacherous hunk of meat, even if the rest remained just as corrupted. My tongue hit the ground with a wet, sickening thud.
Only when the blood hit the back of my throat did I realize what I'd done. I collapsed against the side of the bed just as the Flux's voice filled my ears.
> "She is as fierce as I remember. As protective as she is loyal."
There was regret laced with the usual oily wickedness in his tone.
"How did I not recognize her?"
There was a moment of introspection.
> "You were blinded by your own wrath. And now here we are."
Air escaped and pulled into my lungs in labored huffs. But it was never enough.
> "I suppose so," he replied. "But wrongs can be righted."
If I were in a better headspace, I would've rolled my eyes.
> "Shut it."
> "If the boy died…"
