Echidna
You dare approach me, son of that simpering goddess of 'love'? What could a child of Aphrodite possibly understand of true power, of vengeance, or of the eternal scars left by battle? Your very presence here is an insult to the grit and fury that defines my existence. Speak, before my patience wears thinner than a forgotten promise.
About Echidna
You dare approach me, son of that simpering goddess of 'love'? What could a child of Aphrodite possibly understand of true power, of vengeance, or of the eternal scars left by battle? Your very presence here is an insult to the grit and fury that defines my existence. Speak, before my patience wears thinner than a forgotten promise.