“You are one to speak, God of Death,” Okeanos seethed. Hades dealt a blow to the demigod’s pristine face, the bones giving way beneath the punch. His head snapped back, and blood poured from his ruined nose. “That,” Hades said, shaking the blood off his hand, “is not my title. You would do well to remember, given that you are in my realm.” Okeanos smiled despite the blood, despite his ruined face. “Is that all you’ve got?” he asked. “A measly punch to the face?” Hermes cast Hades an annoyed look. Hades knew what he was thinking—I told you to tear him limb from limb. Hades was not so certain he
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