What if you were hunted by the gods, doomed to be thrown in Hell to rot…
First rule of being a fugitive for a crime you didn’t willingly commit: trust no one. Second: humans, demons, and heavenly-beings are assholes. Third, if I have to hear another goddamn pop song, I’ll lose my mind.
A demigod nowadays is a complete joke. Hell, I bet even sorcerers, witches, and fairies are taken more seriously than me.
When you’re on the run from the gods, paranoia becomes the only friend that you need.
I wonder if my goddess friend can actually be trusted. Beer….I need a beer. $4.99 on Kindle.
