The god resumed pacing, his voice taking on the quality of someone recounting ancient history. "Sarin was being groomed to be our father's heir. Kronos, the ruler of the Titans before we overthrew them, and later the head of our divine pantheon after that complicated bit of family drama."
He waved dismissively. "The point is, Sarin was the perfect candidate for succession. The strongest, the most gifted, the one who could theoretically handle the responsibility of ruling reality itself."
"What happened?" Jack asked, though part of him already knew the answer wouldn't be good.
"We betrayed him," the God of Death said flatly. No shame or justification, he answered bluntly. "All twelve of us. Draven, myself, our siblings. Everyone you saw in that memory was fighting alongside Sarin. We saw what he was becoming. The madness is growing worse with each passing century. The power spiraling into something we couldn't control or predict. And we made a decision."
