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“What country are you from? Do you… know what country we’re in?”

Okay, reasonable questions. Be as nice as possible. “I’m from a city state called Irondale. As for where we are, I don’t know.”

Hades tried to sound more friendly, but his voice sounded serious and tensed. He found he almost always spoke that way to people he didn’t know. There was always a tint of spite or aggression. Being tired didn’t assist that.

“We were all on a ferry boat, before the location changed twice, bringing us here.”

He conveniently left out the assassination part. Hunting someone like Alessio was already rather sick-minded, but killing him like this was beyond unacceptable.

“Heal your wounds. Get stronger. Then we’ll settle the matter.” 

Where had he heard those words before?

“DNA of the soul. If you expose people to hate, they learn to hate.” 

Timur. That’s where he heard it. That was the last time they ever spoke.

“You believe you’ve beaten me, but I’ve only live on through you. No matter where you go…” 

There will always be bloodshed. Hades was becoming increasingly frustrated, before a brief black aura flickered on his body. Hopefully, nobody noticed, because it was rather brief.

“Kill more.” Oh cr*p, Persephone was back. Her silky voice was sickening, gaining more influence when Hades was angry.

“Can you just shut the f*ck up?” 

There was no way in H*ll he could lose it here. Not now.