Cerberus’ growls resonated in three different tones—one from each head. I closed my eyes, and my shoulders dropped.
Couldn’t people just leave me alone?
My feet dragged as I entered the throne room and sat heavily on the overly large ebony throne.
Why did I even bother with that thing? It was cold and uncomfortable. Oh yeah, I kept it so people would be intimidated and leave me in peace.
It didn’t seem to be working.
The echoing flutter of wings announced Hermes before he entered with a very slight bow. Serpents slithered around the winged staff he held—his caduceus...
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