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Chapter 76 | Eight Eyes

The Lord of Fates; A name Apollo had been given centuries ago. Through time, his name became a legend. Those that prayed to him, worshiped him, feared him, would be in utter disbelief to see him now. His glowing pink hair had faded like a dying leaf. He was so thin, his body was only skin and bone. Without his power, there was barely any color left in his eyes. All you could see was a longing for death. 

He knew that look all too well. Many of his victims had it in their final hours. His name came from the webs he weaved. The eight eyes of a spider could see what two couldn't. He saw into the path a creature would take and he decided whether they should be allowed to travel it or not. He had decided war too many futures he had no right to. With a mind and body barely clinging to an ounce of life, he could finally regret how apathetic he was. 

Apollo tried his best to stay awake. There was no point to anymore, though. He feared what could happen in his sleep, but at least he wouldn't be in pain. Just as he allowed himself to drift into unconsciousness, the chains that he suspended from were broken. Relief met his shoulders and wrists to no longer be hanging from the ceiling. His body collapsed to the stone ground. He looked up through his blurry vision to see Croc standing over him, the broken chains in his hands.

"You're not allowed to die yet." He growled. The chains clattered as he dropped them to the ground. He grabbed Apollo by his neck, lifting him up.

He gasped for air as he held onto his younger brother's arm. "Won't you show your own flesh and blood some mercy? Please, just let me die. I'm begging you." 

"You have yet to truly pay your penance, but," Croc narrowed his eyes, "Though I don't find it the best idea, Jasper has decided the rest of your debt will be paid differently." 

He threw Apollo into the water beneath them. One of his crocodiles came up to the surface and dragged him under, pulling him through the waters. Croc followed behind and swam back towards the sewers. He leaped out of the waters, landing perfectly on the cobblestone walkways of the underground. Then he pulled his oldest brother's feeble body from the water. 

Apollo could barely stay on his hands and knees. He hunched over as he coughed up the swamp water in his lungs. His arms gave out, forcing him to collapse on his sides. Now, all three of his living brothers stood over him. They couldn't blame him for what he did. At least, that's what Jasper had told them. He refused to give a real reason, making them doubtful.

"Please stop staring at me like you're looking at maggots crawling on a dog." He muttered.

"We might as well be." Croc scoffed.

"Cromwell, please," Thursday softly responded, "I think he's had enough." 

He growled, "I don't answer to that name anymore. How can you still take pity on him?"

"He's still our brother! He's our flesh and blood! Why do you always have to be so crude?" He whimpered.

"Stop your bickering. You're both hundreds of years old and you still act like you're four." Covey said. He knelt down beside Apollo, leaning close to his face. "Thursday and I have realized how wrong we were all these years. We've decided to change our paths. Lumi, he never could. He was too far gone to correct himself. Croc thinks you are too, but I don't. Luckily, Jasper doesn't either. He believes you can change."

His glossy eyes looked deep into the raven above him. "I already have. Cromwell- Croc, he broke me from my ignorance. Brother, you may hate me with every bone in your body, but I owe you my gratitude for an eternity."

"If you promise to join us, to atone for the agony you've caused, we will give you your power back. You have to promise, though. Please, don't make fools of Thursday and I again."