Glax rose, full of conflicting emotions, and questioned.
"What do you mean 'they'? Was Sarpedon not alone?"
"They. I suppose the Underworld court. He was a representative of sorts, or so he said." Damiamon shrugged. "You might think I still care about the machine that weaves Destiny, apparently much faster than the Fates, or, Moiras, can. But I don't care anymore." He held up his empty glass, his eyes gleaming and defiant. "While we've been here for two fucking mortal generations getting a shower of Titans shit upon our heads, Kaine is sitting on his throne playing with his toys. The only thing I want now is to gather all the vsely mates I can, go back to Valya, and kick Lord Know-It-All ass."
"But, Lord Damiamon," Alexandre spoke with somber countenance, "doom will also be upon Valya at some point. Anankethon is not contained and knows no boundaries."
