mythopoeics

The jötunn Angrboda missed me when she tried to strike back. Is it hard to be so weak now, without the strength you once had?

Hm. The next one didn't escape, though. I left the wheelchair. It didn't seem important while taking the Horseman.

[Leukothoe had slipped his grasp but he'd caught another woman.]

The Persian may have eluded me but an Arthurian woman did not. Nimue is no longer among you. I believe that the God of Sleep (and brother of Death) was also taken but not by one of us. Rather it was due to him being...himself.

That said, Athena is correct, I believe. You are not dogs to be hunted. You're all much bigger prizes than that. Valuable yet ours to do with as we please. Some of you are gifted and some are not but even with your abilities combined you cannot rival Khaos.

Accept your fate.

Uriel the Archangel should not have been near that raspberry bush. I've no doubt it had intentions for him but fortunately I was there to save him from it.

Not that any of you will see the steadfast archangel again. He's mine now.

Grey-eyed Athena, you're still a clever creature. A second catch would have been good but I'll settle for gaining more later.

Come on, godlings. Amaze us with what skills you have left. Show us you have some purpose still.

Nanna, consider yourself without a husband once more.

Godlings, your luck with escaping us is dwindling. It's also suggested, in general, that looking at your phones too long will kill your chances at survival.

Tristan of Cornwall, you can run but know that none of you can leave here, no matter what you try. You all have given us many headaches so consider this stress-relief. [Especially Kala, but there was no need to say that, not then, not in public. Some troubles did not need to casually aired.]

Run as far as you can. Know that no matter where you go, you will be found. You will be taken. And it may not even be by us.

Still. I plan on getting the highest count. So make the chase good for me. If you do, glory awaits you as my prizes.