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most people. But then, Styxx was only two inches shorter, and being the son of a king and a man who longed for death, he found very little intimidating.
    What was Dionysus going to do? Send him back to his hellish isolation?
    He'd been there, done that, and had the Ozzy T-shirt to prove it.
    Dionysus was dressed in a tweed jacket, navy turtleneck, and pleated brown slacks. His short dark brown hair was perfectly streaked with blond highlights and he had an immaculate goatee. He looked like a successful billionaire magnate, and did, in fact, run a major international corporation where the god got his jollies by crippling his competitors and taking over other businesses.
    Forced against his will into retirement centuries ago, Dionysus spent his time between
Olympus and the mortal world, which he hated almost as much as Styxx did.
    "Answer my question, Bacchus," Camulus said. "I'm not one of your dickless Greeks to be kept waiting for an answer."
    Rage flared in Dionysus's eyes. "You better take a more civil tone with me,
Cam. I'm not one of your flaccid Celts to shake in terror of your wrath. You want to fight, boy, bring it on."
    Camulus shot to his feet.
    "Whoa, hang on a second," Styxx said, trying to calm them down. "Let's save the fighting for when you two take over the world, okay?"
    They both looked at him as if he were insane to come between them.
    No doubt, he was. But if they killed each other, he'd never die.
    Cam glared at Dionysus. "Your pet is right," he said. "But when I have my godhood back, you and I are going to talk."
    The gleam in Dionysus's eyes said he was looking forward to it.
    Styxx took a deep breath. "So, is the woman with Talon?" he asked Dionysus.
    Dionysus smiled coldly. "Just like clockwork." He looked at Camulus. "Are you sure this will immobilize him?"
    "I never said it would immobilize him. I said it would neutralize him."
    "What's the difference?" Styxx asked.
    "The difference is he's about to become an even bigger distraction and concern for Acheron. Yet another way to weaken the Atlantean in the end."
    Styxx liked the sound of that.
    Now they would just have to ensure that the Dark-Hunter and the woman remained together. At least until Mardi Gras, when the threshold between this world and Kolasis would be thin enough to breach so that they could release the Atlantean Destroyer from captivity.
    It had been six hundred years since the last time this had occurred and it would be over eight hundred years more before it occurred again.
    Styxx cringed at the thought of living another eight hundred years. Another eight centuries of lonely, never-ending monotony and pain. Of watching his keepers come and go, grow old and die, as they lived out their mortal lives surrounded by family and friends.
    They didn't know how lucky they were.
    As a human, he had once feared death. But that was ancient aeons ago.
    Now the only thing Styxx feared was that he would never escape the horror of his existence. That he would keep on living, century after century, until the universe itself exploded.
    He wanted out, and up until thirty years ago he hadn't had a hope of it.
    Now he did.
    Dionysus and Camulus wanted to reclaim their godhoods and they needed the Destroyer and Acheron's blood to do it. It was a pity Styxx didn't have Atlantean blood in him or he would gladly offer himself up as sacrifice.
    As it was, Acheron alone held the key to the Destroyer's release.
    Styxx was the only creature alive who could deliver Acheron to them.
    Just a few days more and everything would be set right. The old powers would return to dominate the earth and he…
    He would finally be free.
    Styxx sighed in sweet expectation. All he had to do was keep the Dark-Hunters at each other's throats and keep them distracted while he prevented the gods from killing each other.
    If either Talon or Acheron ever realized what was happening, they would stop it. They alone had the power to do so.
    It was him against them and this time, this time,