Epilogue
Deceiver
I glamoured the immortal world thousands of years ago, and those effects are still intact on every face I see around me.
Except Hades, but I think becoming mortal negated the need for that magic.
I had to glamour them all, using weak-minded gods to help me do it at the same time, and keep them under my thrall all these ages.
Those monsters, the Titans, deserved the punishment I ensured they received.
But the other gods never would have done it.
Not without me forcing their hands. And I was right to.
Look at what Hades did, what he became. Even I had no idea what I was unleashing when I sent Persephone to Tartarus.
The events I would set in motion. The young goddess of spring may appear ditsy, with all her smiles and sweetness, but she’s sharper than she lets on.
She was getting too close, figuring out too much. She would have found me out eventually.
In the end, Hades nearly fulfilled the prophecy. He would have, if Lyra hadn’t stopped him. He is dangerous. He should have been killed as a child.
Now he is no longer a threat—the world is safe from Hades.
Maybe there is nothing else to do.
Except remain vigilant…and to do that, I will stay close to the one who matters most to Hades.
Lyra.
I will become the sibling she never had, her closest confidant. Perhaps even use her in the way I’ve used Zeus, if her mind is malleable enough.
Too bad. I’ve always liked her.