closed starter for @wxrmaker
There was still the old hint of mischievous in his eyes but now his eyes didn’t seem to be bright and cheerful. They seemed to be like metal now. Harsh and cold metal. “And what are you going to do?” he asked, lifting his chin and for a short moment he was looking at his older brother down at his nose. The cold, dangerous smirk spread on his lips when he lowered his chin before he started to talk again.
“Are you going to tell the father dearest that his loyal, beloved messenger, his right hand, isn’t so innocent after all? Well, too bad if that’s your plan. That old man on the throne will only nod to you and then turn towards me, saying that I probably shouldn’t be so mean,” he said, letting evil, cold sound slip between his lips. It was a mix of a snort and chuckle. “He is filled with pride, he won’t admit his mistakes. I actually wonder how he has been the king for this long but then I realized that he is leading a bunch of idiots. None of you questioned him when he made me an Olympian god. Are you seriously that stupid?”
