BEAUTY IN DEATH | nico di angelo

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CHAPTER 0017. ANGEL HOLDS HANDS WITH THE HUNDRED HANDED ONE

AS THE GROUP APPROACHED THE CELL, Angel admittedly almost paused in his step as he caught sight of the creature inside the cell. He was human-size and his skin was very pale, the color of milk. He wore a loincloth like a big diaper. His feet seemed too big for his body, with cracked dirty toenails, eight toes on each foot. But the top half of his body was the weird part. He made Janus look downright normal. His chest sprouted more arms than Angel felt like counting, in rows, all around his body, he now understood why he was called the 'Hundred-handed one', it was fitting. The arms looked like normal arms, but there were so many of them, all tangled together, that his chest looked kind of like a forkful of spaghetti somebody had twirled together. Several of his hands were covering his face as he sobbed.

"Either the sky isn't as tall as it used to be," Percy muttered, "or he's short."

"I think he's just short." Angel muttered back in reply as they shared a nod.

Tyson didn't pay either of the two any mind as he approached the cell and fell to his knees.

"Briares!" he called.

The sobbing from the monster paused.

"Great Hundred-Handed One!" Tyson said. "Help us!"

Briars looked up.  His face was long and sad, with a crooked nose and bad teeth. Angel blinked in surprise as he looked into the creatures eyes. They were pure brown, no pupils or anything, just pure brown, like tiny balls of clay were just shoved in his eye sockets, it was almost unsettling.