Hermes would order me to drag souls into the Underworld

but He was the exception

my knees are scraped on the rubble underneath me

the girl,

the last one,

says, "d o n ' t m a k e m e d o t h i s"

i deserve it, please, milady

she asks me why i have wings

i answer her

"t o Deliver"

"Deliver w h o ?"

"Humanity"

she gasps and stumbles back

"i t ' s t rue. you're a god. You are a god," she exclaims, her words becoming clearer and clearer and she continues her statement. i nod solemnly.

"used to be, at least"

"You can't kill a god," she replies.

"You can if they want to die," i reply, and the world falls apart again

"w h a t i s y o u r n a m e ?" i inquire

"p o p p y"

i laugh at myself

at her

at our situation

because the beautiful Poppy standing before me

refuses to kill

the being that destroyed her world