There weren't demons but something else entirely.
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Penelope is trying everything she can to hide her location from the seven deadly seven sins. But two seemingly annoying boys with cropped-up behaviors are making that difficult to accomplish.
And...
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Epimetheus was the Titan god of afterthought and excuses.
He had a brother named Prometheus.
Zeus delegated him, along with his brother, to populate mankind.
He also accepted the gift of Pandora from Zeus, which led to the introduction of evil into the world.
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I tested my bound wrists, trying to wiggle them out of their tight bonds. The red elastic ribbon didn't give so much as an ounce of leeway. I glanced around the dark forest. The crocottas had dispersed into the woods, their shadowed figures seemed to blend into the surrounding.
Lit torches were placed around the statue's platform along with a lantern hanging above my head -- on the Statue's bow. I squinted against the white light before turning to Epimetheus who stood a few feet away. He was busy talking to one of Henry's men, his mask still on and well secured. His white clothes were still drenched in dried blood.
The crocotta held a bowl of water with a white flower dipped on the side. His other hand gripped a skinned water bottle, presenting them all to the titan. Epimetheus rolled his sleeves up and then washed his bloodied hands in the bowl. I caught a glimpse of his hairy arms.
How old is he?
As if sensing my thoughts, his eyes slid to me, along with a twisted smile. I turned my focus away, deciding the stars were more important. I was growing weak by the minute and soon, my legs will give out on me. I'd rather lose consciousness than endure this. But I must say, Epimetheus hasn't done anything inappropriate since we met. It somehow gave some amount of closure, knowing that he wouldn't try anything stupid, especially with me in this dress.
But how long will it last until his control snaps?
Epimetheus towel-dried his hands on the crocotta's shoulder before taking out the white flower. The crocotta frowned at the action but decided to let it go. The titan walked up the stairs in languid steps before halting inches away from me. I pulled every strength I had into creating a steel face. I couldn't break down in front of him. Not now.
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