The nymph was interesting at the least to say, pelt that of a rose. In the failing light, it was yet even more whimsical. No interest in her would be shown however, as she spoke of her own domain, recoiling against his distasteful attitude toward his secondary name. Lady Fiamette, I have every reason to disdain my name. They have cast my lineage aside as a mistake, a curse of the gods. Little do they know that we are rising against them. A sinister grin would spread upon inky lips as the brute spoke, topaz gems full of desire for revenge upon the Olympus name. Little know that I am destined to be King of Hell, just as the god I was sired by was. This verse was spoken in his classic voice of growling, whispered into the princess' ears quietly. You won't tell anyone about this, will you, my dear? Perhaps the Raven could play the child into his own paws. She could be his assistant in the conquering of Olympus, a princess to be blessed with the fortune of many men.
