The drapes of Zagreus’ divine clothing flowed like living flames from the River Phlegethon.
His eyes burned with crimson and sapphire light.
To any god, he would have looked like a younger version of Hades himself.
Majestic.
Terrifying.
Divine.
Zagreus extended his hand. Flames surged toward the remaining mortal.
The man turned to flee. He never made it.
The fire consumed him whole. Lyra's ex-boyfriend tried to crawl away.
Zagreus twisted his broken wrist again, forcing him to stay.
The man looked up into those burning eyes.
“Who... what... the fuck... are you?”
“Your soul will be damned to Phlegethon.”
The prince stepped closer.
“You will remember who I am.”
His voice echoed like judgment itself.
“For when you arrive in the Underworld... I will find you again.”
He knelt a
