Snippet of my Zatz story ahead, spoiler warning!
If she was a god, then she too would have to die.
This was never about getting three warriors for Y/n.
It was just a long-winded massacre.
“Y/n, you can’t mean that. You don’t mean that.” She pulled some of the golden apples from the tree, pushing them into her satchel.
“You have no idea what I mean, mi corazón retorcido.” She turned away from him. For once he didnt follow her; that was the strangest of all. He always followed her, always chased after her. Maybe Zatz finally understood that there was no saving grace for her now. Maybe his mind had finally realized how much hate had ingrained itself inside her.
A deep, festering anger that she couldn’t rid herself of.
