Hermes and the Fat Man, Part III
The car stopped, the doors opened, and there stood Clive. “You’re late,” he snapped. “We’ve got a schedule to keep. You’re not all that and a bag of chips, you know.”
The car stopped, the doors opened, and there stood Clive. “You’re late,” he snapped. “We’ve got a schedule to keep. You’re not all that and a bag of chips, you know.”
“I mean, Zeus couldn’t be happier; Erebus After Dark rakes in a ton of money. You have your own brand, clothing line, vodka…but all that came at a price.”
If I save her, I would be interfering with fate. Could I really just leave her here to die?
“I’m sorry, Bayia. That’s the best part! We’re going to be the life of the party, handing out candy before giving the puppies away at the end!”
I decided right then I was going to smite the smart mouth little snot on the spot, then call Zeus to strike the place with a few lightning bolts and destroy it all.
“A lot has changed since then. Erebus isn’t the man we once knew. I guess he’d much prefer to be by himself then to visit with family.”
Technically, we met because she stole my car. I mean, you didn’t expect me to go through legitimate channels to find an assistant, did you?
She takes all the credit, you know. Is it too much to ask to maybe share the power and glory once in awhile?
“He is a very nice man who makes toys and gives them away to children all over the world every year.”
You have not been alone because you are evil, it is because you have to wait to find the one worthy of all that you are.
“Without seeing what has been, what is and what may come, you will never know true happiness.”