mythopoeics

He didn't know the end result of the plan. All Menelaus could recall was being grabbed and having to fight off that individual. It had then been followed up by by more attacking him, grabbing at him to subdue him until someone got it in their head to plunge a syringe into his arm.

When he next work, someone had changed his clothes, had strapped him down in a dark room. He wasn't alone, he could hear the whispers outside his door and his thoughts fled to the need to get out of there. He'd read about these places, he didn't need an experience to go with it. But try as he might, the leather straps would not give.

A flood of light was accompanied with the door opening and he grew still, teeth clenched and eyes hard. Whatever was going to happen next, he knew he wasn't going to enjoy it but he'd be damned if he let that show.

[She'd gotten them good, had struck them down just as they realized how she had managed all this time. They had had barely any time to enjoy the moment, not with the terrifying manner than she had come at them when she had realized what they'd accomplished...

Chiconahuiehecatl had stalled her, taking the full brunt of the blow and buying him enough time to fling the pieces of the puzzle in the air, aiming to send them toward one of the responsible godlings. But before he could bless them to be on their way, he felt a blade slid through his ribs and-- dear god, it twisted. He'd never experienced such pain before until now. And if that wasn't enough, the hits kept on coming until she called off her pets.

In vain hope, Kala turned to where the notes had been released but he couldn't see what had become of them. The malicious laughter of the goddess flooded his ears, her taunts of her generosity in letting him die slowly the last he heard from her. When she and her minions had departed, seemingly unconcerned of what a dying god could do, he went for his phone, knowing they needed a fighting chance.

Blood smeared over the screen, his vision sorely compromised. The Aztec god wasn't worth sparing a look, he knew that the man was nearly gone. But before that, they was one more thing they had to do.]

[Filter: Away from Khaos & minions; voice]

[the breathing is labored and painful, the clear sounds of a man losing his life]

Well, shit. I suppose this was coming now. It's over for us but let me try to avoid being melodramatic, I have to be quick. You can't come back anymore, when you die you die, there is nothing more for Khaos to get out of you, but we can give you something. Me and Chichi, we got your backs, Godlings.

A little more, we promise to help, so have our final gift: you're going to be stronger against her. Your stamina, your endurance, even those of you with that will see an increase. This might keep you all alive for the final showdown.

Good luck. If not, we'll see you on the vast Nothing.

[the voice post ends, the godlings spared his final breath.]

thEy mAy bE RIGHt aNd yOU wiLL NOt coME bACk. Do YOU reAllY wAnT tO rIsK iT alL? yOu aRE ALL weaK WEAK.