¹ 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ! - [Percy Jackson.]

ACT II - 2.2

❝ I AM THE SHAPE YOU MADE ME.

FILTH TEACHES FILTH. ❞

As they approached the cell, the sobbing only got louder. When Lucena first saw the creature inside, she wasn't sure what she was looking at. He didn't look like the Hundred-handed Ones her mother had told her about. This one was human-sized, and his skin pale, like the color of milk. He wore a loincloth like a big diaper. His feet seemed too big for his body, with cracked dirty toenails, eight toes on each foot. She almost gagged at the sight, she couldn't fucking stand feet. But the top half of his body was the weirdest part, he made Janus look downright normal. His chest sprouted more arms than she could even hope to count, in rows, all around his body. The arms looked like normal arms, but there were just too many of them, all tangled together, so that his chest looked kind of like a forkful of spaghetti somebody had twirled together. Several of his hands were covering hi face as he sobbed.

"Per gli dei," She mumbled to herself, a sympathetic frown on her face. For some reason, he reminded her a lot of her five year old self.

(By the gods.)

"Either the sky isn't as tall as it used to be," Percy muttered, "or he's short."

Tyson didn't pay any attention. He fell to his knees. "Briares!" He called.