At a certain point, Indra stopped being able to hear Bekka's words.
He was only aware of her lips moving; and the feeling of his own bile rising in his chest from an upset stomach.
It all had to be a lie.
Sure, he and his wife had been unfaithful to each other over the course of a few centuries, but there was no breach of trust this egregious between them.
Indrani wouldn't do that to him.
It just wasn't in her nature.
Was he being misled?
Perhaps this was all one big ploy and he was being lied to right now- along with everyone else here.
It would be nice if that were the case.
He could fly into a rage, brand everyone here as the evil scourges the Greeks already proclaimed them to be, and engage them in battle.
But he had already died needlessly once today… a second time felt like too much.
"E-Empress, here!"
One god shoved Indra aside like he was a rag doll and knocked him to the floor.
