I turned away when the Death King pointed his finger at me, and I think I’ll always regret that.
I don’t know what the three witches promised him, and I didn’t know what they took in return. But I know Heracles wouldn’t speak a word of it to us–his closest allies–afterwards. We’d almost forgotten about it, we three, and might have missed the signs completely if it wasn’t for Diana’s watchful eye. She always knew Heracles best, or wanted to, and she came to me that first night it happened.
“Mr. Emry, you know you’re not allowed… oh.”