Now he was in Tartarus, dying from gorgon’s blood plus a dozen other agonizing curses, while he watched his girlfriend stumble around, helpless and blind and believing he’d abandoned her. He clutched his sword. His knuckles started to steam. White smoke curled off his forearms.
AND THE GODS HAVE THE AUDACITY TO SAY THAT HE DIDN'T FULFILL HIS DEBT FOR BEING BORN?!?! URGEHHHEGRGRIDBZ
