Bye.” With that, Artemis’ presence disappears, leaving the sharp smell of the forest behind. Here’s your boon, not that you’ve earned it. “I’d like to put a few obols down for that.” The Fury’s stoic countenance is broken by a smirk. She floats closer to Meg and whispers into her ear. “There’s something I know that might put a wrench in his bet.” Across the room, the Wretched Broker winks. Although,” Dusa looks around to make sure no important shades are nearby. “I mean, he’s done a good job so far with Orpheus and Master Achilles.” Going all the way from couple’s counselor to matchmaker.” “Really,” Megaera hums, taking another drink from her glass. “I heard from Hypnos that Zagreus is trying to get Charon and Hermes together,” Dusa chatters, bobbing gently up and down in the lounge as scintillating light dances from the crystal sphere hanging in the corner. He looks down and sees the discount pass in his hand. Finally, the prince is teleported back to the green fields of Elysium. And if I’m right, I get the satisfaction of getting you two together.”Ĭharon watches him impassively, causing the hairs on the back of Zagreus’ neck to stand up as if he were standing on the cold surface. If I’m wrong, I’ll give you ten bottles of ambrosia for your troubles. So just saying, as an observer, you two would make a good couple.” I would offer to relay some messages, but it seems that he gets to you faster than I do. “I think you have a real shot with Hermes, I think you should go for it. “Maybe not today, mate, I have a better offer for you. Zagreus catches it but throws it back to the ferryman. He ruffles through his robes and tosses the coupon towards Zagreus. “Grrrraaaaahhhh,” Charon moans, wavering a bit in the air (a sign of the battle’s tolls). “So, am I too off base if I assume that there’s something going on between you two?” Now that the battle has ended with Zagreus still standing, he dares to ask the question again. No, he was cast into Charon’s little corner of Erebus because he dared to ask a simple question: To be fair, however, this time the battle didn’t start with Zagreus “borrowing” from Charon’s stash. Would have saved Charon the trouble of finding him.ĭying is less disappointing now and more a matter for the course as the Underworld’s security manager. Only the vast amount of darkness he has paid to the Mirror of Night prevented him from dying for real then and there, greeting death once more and waking up in the River Styx. Zagreus had assumed that the battle was over, only to take an oar to the face.
Damn that pause in battle where Charon just floated in the air, not attacking. A Kiss of Styx would go down wonderfully. The shiny discount card the boatman doles out in the end is still very much appreciated, however, especially given how Zagreus intends to use that coin at the nearest well to heal some of his wounds. If he bruised like mortals, he thinks, there would be great purple ones blossoming on his torso and legs.Ĭharon does not pull punches, even though their battles in Erebus are now less retaliation for “borrowing” obols and more friendly bouts between two skilled fighters. Zagreus leans against Varatha, panting as blood drips down his sides and strange purple smoke has yet to clear from his lungs.
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