can you hear you spirit crying out?

You think you know the truth about him? You know nothing. His father was Zeus. The Zeus. King of the gods. I’ve heard tales of your kind. I thought you’d have fangs or horns or something. I had them filed down. You were my mentor once. Today you are my enemy. We wait for Charon Charon only ferries the dead.

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