So Zeus has called us back and I have answered. As my story has been written I have lost much of my hate, I no longer wish to be the face of persistent anger. Through words and deeds, I have worked and struggled to once again become a guardian. This time I will not falter, I will not fail. The time has come for me to step out from the shadow of my own misdeeds, once and for all free of my past. I am Dinlas, god of hate and jealousy.
That’s when it struck me like a ton of arch-stones. A plan for exactly how to make the money I need. The idea started in the back of my brain and raced forward, like a cool breeze on the neck that makes you shiver. It was sudden and startling.
So, as I was saying, they looked marvelous in their little black dresses. Wolf or woman, each of them always wore a leather collar. Both were black leather and about three inches wide and adorned with a single gem.
Phobos announced, “We want in. We want to work for you. You know, as enforcers. Who better then Fear and Terror?”
I looked at the two of them before I answered. “Did Dad put you up to this? Or Mom? Mom did it, didn’t she? She’s got you two idiots trying to spy on me.”