“I am undone, by a feckin’ mortal,” he croaked. I grabbed Red Spear from the ground, using it to push myself to my feet. Stumbling toward Dermot, I turned the stumble into a lunging stab, driving the deadly spear through his left eye and out the back of his skull. The lights went out in the demigod’s eyes immediately. As for me, I collapsed on my side, thankfully facing the Celtic gods so I could offer them one final “fuck you.” “Resurrect him now, you son of a bitch,” I said, flipping Aenghus off in the distance.
One final f*ck you?
