![]() ![]() ![]() The gods knew compassion was an alien emotion to him.Ĭratus sighed wearily. He still couldn't understand why he'd done it. It wasn't his place to question his master, only to do his bidding. Until Cratus had committed an unforgivable sin-he'd spared a life he should have taken. Beloved guardians, they had been treasured by the father of the gods even above Zeus's own children. They, along with their brother and sister, had been the sentinels of Zeus. The personification of victory, she'd been his accomplice throughout his entire life. Her dark curly hair was wrapped with a white ribbon that matched her down. Where his wings were black, hers were a pure white. ![]() He glanced down at the small form of his sister Nike. For centuries, he'd been the Olympian god's hammer, carrying out his justice. He knew better than anyone the wrath of Zeus. Nowhere else was it more breathtaking than here, and he wanted to watch it set one last time before he submitted himself for his well-deserved punishment. Ribbons of warm color split the darkening sky, reminding him of a brilliant fire opal glistening and twinkling. Cratus stood on top of the highest point of Olympus, staring out at the beautiful setting sun. ![]()
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