Out of reflex, I ducked, and luckily, didn't get decapitated. "What was that for?!" I screamed in rage. "What did I do wrong?"

"Nothing," he replied lazily, "I was just saving you."

"What do you mean?" I said turning around, stopping as I saw the lifeless body. The body was human from the waist up, the other half was snake. I stared at the thing in awe, of course I knew what it was, being a priestess of Athena.

"Dracaena." I murmured under my breath. I had a long, jagged cut running from its right hip to its left shoulder. The wound was oozing a golden liquid, ichor, the blood of immortals, I would know, my sisters had this blood.

"Poor thing." I said.

"No, isn't." Deo said quietly.

"What?" I said incredulously.

"It isn't a poor thing, it is a demon, a servant of the underworld, they corrupt this world and try to destroy it. And, this creature can be reborn, as we speak its soul is fleeing back to Tartarus to be recreated. All it needs is its body to turn to dust, then it can be reformed." His eyes were cold, like the ocean within them had frozen over with hatred for the dead creature before us.

"What is wrong with you?" I said in disgust. "These creatures have to be killed repeatedly, how would you like it if you had to be?

"This is a demon." he said as if that solved everything. There was something odd about that moment, when he said 'demon' I felt a sudden pulse of power roll off of him, one that seemed almost, godly, " They have no souls, monsters, none at all, they are immortal. I'm not saying that every immortal has no soul the gods do but theoretically most don't. The reason that the gods are so powerful is they have souls, but they can't die. That is why they have the ability to control their outer verse."

"I have to go." I said slowly. I turned and started to run home.