Oh no, there is no turning back now; you've woken up the demon in me.

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Noon of Day 137


I don't know how long I was there, pressed to the stone. It was no longer cold under this coil, but I was. That's what Lúgh said. That I was cold. I should get up. Aphrodite slithers over my body, whispering in my ear. I can't hear what she says. I can stare. That I can do.

Finally, I pull myself to a stand. I don't fix my hair or worry over my appearance. I don't look for Lúgh.

I look for the one who is at fault for this.

Silk swirls around my body at the move of my hips and the stir of Chaos about me. I see dust rising on the road and I know. Father allows me that much.

I stop dead in the middle and wait.

Come to me, dear Luke, dear Cleopatra reborn. You and I have unfinished business.


[OPEN to Luke.]

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I look at him, noting how shaken he is. Good. Someone else should feel half the pain I do. We should not be the only ones to mourn my brother.

"I'm sorry. I- I have to go."

I nod once in response and pull Chaos tight to me, then head back to the house that means even less to me now that the one who constructed it for me has gone.

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She's gone before I'm up on Freya and kicking her off along the road. Try and listen to the sound of her hooves like always, try and find the blank bits between the rhythm of it and fall into that way of not thinking, but I can't. Seems like all I can do is think, all I can do is hear what she said over and over and think about that fucking house last night and how the ground was still warm and how he looked at me last, before I left the ranch.

Most of all how Samuel said he'd seen Ares come by every few days, but I never thought nothing of it, cause I figured the butchers was so near he'd be visiting that. How Pollux'd been all odd and wouldn't go in the garden of that big burnt house. How she's right. I moved on and I reckoned he'd do the same cause why the hell wouldn't he? Why wouldn't he?

I can feel it, like feeling some massive block of stone in the dark even though you don't know what it is. I done something awful, something big and dark and horrible and wrong, and I never even knew I could. Can't get the sense of it, even, but I reckon I will, sometime soon. I ride Freya into a lather and I don't go back to town till it's dark. Just running. But there ain't no escaping this.