"I will be by your side until we no longer are in this existence, I will be by your side until the Apollo stops rising the sun, until Artemis stops rising the moon, I will be by your side until my last breath, until you tell me otherwise, Nico Di An...
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CHAPTER 0016. ANGEL HAS TEA WITH HERA
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IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN RUDE, but the first thing Angel noticed about the dude were his faces. Yeah, plural. There were two of them and it was almost impossible for it to not be the first thing you pay mind too. They jutted out from either side of his head, staring over his shoulders, making his head a shit ton wider than it should've been. It almost reminded Angel of that one shark. Plus with seeing the two overlapping ears and mirror-image sideburns, Angel was trying to resist a gag at his face. Angel was rude sometimes, but he tried to be nice enough to not judge others on outward appearances, but this time it was hard to ignore.
Plus his outfit didn't make it any easier to not judge him. He was dressed like a New York City doorman: a long black overcoat, shiny shoes, and a black top-hat that somehow managed to stay on his double-wide head. Angel wasn't sure how it was able to do that, but he was slightly impressed.
"Well, Annabeth?" questioned his left face. "Hurry up!"
Angel was slightly startled when it suddenly spoke and even more so when it spoke Annabeth's name.
"Don't mind him," said the right face. "He's terribly rude. Right this way, miss." He gestured towards the right door behind him.
