"Mikos Dimas…. Jacob Hutchinson… Darlene Shima…"

        Names were being listed off to honor those who died at Lucifer and Perseus's hands—or rather, their actions.

       "Avalon Lakatos… Pagan Shevchenko… Juliet Dudley… Olwyn Vilkas… Agnar Geirsson… Athanasia Nyqvist…" there was a pause, "Lukyan Xenakis."

      Jasoslav held in tears, trying not to think about all of those who parished. He closed his eyes, holding his breath. A moment of silence, he thought.

       After, honoring the dead, the group had a celebration due to their victory over Perseus.

          When it was brung up that the party might be incentive, Koios insisted it was a celebration of those who died sacrifices.

          "It's your fault!" Zephyria shouted, approaching Jasoslav. "It's your fault my little boy is dead!"

          "Are you drunk?" Decimus asked the siren queen as he approached her.

             She ignored the archangel. "It's your fault! You hear me, Sklairov? You shouldn't have let him go in!" Zephyria stumbled, still slurring her words. "You killed Athanasia too! If it wouldn't have been for you, Perseus wouldn't have acted out. He wouldn't have opened Xuviphas. Neither of them would have had to die!"

      Decimus took the bottle away from Zephyria. "Okay, that's enough wine."

         Jasoslav slipped out of the party early.
     Creatures stood at corner sides in Athens, calling out to the mortals things like, "Do you have time to talk about our savior, Lukyan Xenakis?"

          Jasoslav pushed past them.

          He stopped near and allyway and sat down a stone he had been carving during the party.

           It was for Lukyan.

           Jasoslav leaned his head against the stone, silently crying for a while before sitting the stone down, placing flowers beside it. "Sleep well, Lukyan."