"You said something about owing us an apology did you not?" Aphareus repeated himself, his eyes firmly focused on Hermès.
"Oh yes," Hermès muttered. Well this was it, it was now or never. He had to atone for his sin, one couldn't simply just do bad and get away with it simply because they were a god, that's not how the world was supposed to work. If only the generation of gods before them thought this way, maybe, just maybe most of the terrible things happening today would be avoided.
The blue eyed good rose from his seat and walked slowly to the foot of the stairs under the king's throne, he drew in a breath and then got down on his knees.
Pisus' eyes bulged in shock, first his mother apologized for something she had done and now an Olympian god was on his knees in front of them?! What in the world was going on today?!
Aphareus simply raised his brows in anticipation while his wife Arene clutched her chest with both hands waiting for Hermès to speak.
