Gods

I am a god Ichor drips from the wounds you left. Like Zeus and Kronos, I will surpass you. I will rule everything you were afraid to. I won’t let the thought of you returning smite me. I shall destroy everything you have done using your own weapon- Hands with leaden callouses, touching things and making them worthless. You are nothing like Minos. You are nothing like my mother. She, like Hephaestus, creates beautiful things. She forged me into a god. Now tell me- what creature are you?