Status Updates From The Tyrant’s Tomb (The Tria...

IM DYING APOLLO AHAHAH

I am not proud of what happened next. As Frank became a column of flame, and the emperor Caligula disintegrated into white-hot embers, I followed Frank's last order. I leaped over Commodus and ran for open air. At my back, the Caldecott Tunnel erupted like a volcano.

The firewood spontaneously combusted, as if it had been waiting years for this chance. Caligula's eyes widened with panic, perhaps just now beginning to understand Flames roared around Frank's body, sparking the oil in one of the grooves on the asphalt—a liquid fuse, racing in both directions to the crates and traffic barrels that packed the tunnel The emperors weren't the only ones who kept a supply of Greek fire

"O prophetic missile, I need your guidance!"
There was no answer.
I wondered if the arrow had been lulled to sleep by the magic surrounding the storage container. Then I realized there was a simpler explanation. I returned the arrow to my quiver and pulled out a different one.
"You chose the wrong arrow, didn't you?" Meg guessed.
"No!" I snapped. JAJAJAJAJA

Then and there, I decided that if I ever became a god again, I would rearrange the order of my vengeance list. Venus had just moved up to the top spot.

"Lester." Reyna sighed. "What in Tartarus are you saying? I'm not in the mood for riddles."
"That maybe I'm the answer," I blurted. "To healing your heart. I could... you know, be your boyfriend. As Lester. If you wanted. You and me. You know, like..yeah."

"It's about Venus," I said
Reyna's expression hardened. It was her turn to stare at the hillside and
hope the conversation went away. "I see."
"She told me"
"Her little prediction." Reyna spat out the words like inedible seeds. "No mortal or demigod will ever heal my heart."
"I didn't mean to pry," I promised. "It's just—"

The deceased former legionnaire with the burned face would have stabbed
Hazel in the back, but Lavinia loosed her crossbow just in time. The Imperial gold bolt hit the zombie between the shoulder blades, causing him to implode in a pile of armor and clothes.
"Sorry, Bobby!" Lavinia said with a sob.
I made a mental note never to tell Hannibal how his former trainer had
met his end