You don’t maybe think the whole eating-that-girl-demon is like a metaphor?” “No, sorry. I think it’s literal. A virgin—naturally—demon who could take any form she wished. He wanted that power, the demon element to add to his own. I don’t know if she was the first he cannibalized, but I doubt she was the last.” “So he’s the Hannibal Lecter of gods?” “Only you, Marco. Besides, he wouldn’t bother to chase it down with a nice Chianti.”
