"What has a son of Demeter ever done to stop Mother Nature?" He asks, dubious. Metis shakes her head, "Now, nothing. Later...' Her voice wavers. She clears her throat and looks back at him. "It has already started," Floriano catches her stare at his blackened veins. He hides them behind his back, his sleeves being useless with their ripped fabric. "I cannot have you live, even if you mildly amuse me." OR A demigod was never supposed to be a god killer.