[ No different from people—hateful, passionate, killable. He has conquered them before, many times, and that placates him as he pulls out a pristine knife. Instead of giving it to Zagreus, he rolls up a sleeve and slits his own forearm.
Blood starts trickling, dropping onto the pentagram as it should, but it's odd. It takes shape as it falls, forming letters, spelling words, and stringing sentences, before it blots onto bone. ]
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[ No different from people—hateful, passionate, killable. He has conquered them before, many times, and that placates him as he pulls out a pristine knife. Instead of giving it to Zagreus, he rolls up a sleeve and slits his own forearm.
Blood starts trickling, dropping onto the pentagram as it should, but it's odd. It takes shape as it falls, forming letters, spelling words, and stringing sentences, before it blots onto bone. ]