The muse woke up in the gloom, she looked for the god by her side but could not find him. He got up sensing the chaos, his chest leaping heavily. He called the god but got no answer. He covered himself with a silk sheet and walked down the hall. Darkness reigned and fear choked her.
Without even hearing a whisper she realized very late that she was not alone.
The goddess took her by the neck, fitting her claws into it until she bleeds. Infusing him with terror and hatred.
-Let me - she managed to articulate and in response, he only got the derisive laugh of the goddess.
-Do you think you can come here and disturb our peace? Do you think you can treat my brother like your puppet? Do you think you can manipulate it? - With each question, the hand of the goddess squeezed with more force,
