I turn and see something glowing. A red veil with something in it. It's evil. It's deranged. I can feel power from it. I walk forward. I have the sickle. I run it over my hands, but I cut myself. Still sharp, good. How am I going to fight the Gods. They are gods.

Drink the blood.

I look around. I'm used to hearing voices in my head. I look at the sign.

"Blood of Kronos." I read. 

The veil even feels evil.

You want to fight the gods?

The veil is releasing smoke. Is this blood hot? This blood is boiling like it has been baked in fire. I know the Titans are imprisoned in Tartarus and had fire elements. Could Kronos have been a fire titan? The smoke forms into a figure. It looks at me. It doesn't look like a man or a girl. My eyes narrow. I draw my sword. 

I can help you.

"How can you possibly help me?" I ask.

Drink the blood. 

"And what will it do to me?"  I ask.

Make you stronger.

"How can I trust you?" I ask.

You can't. But we have the same goal.

"Fair enough." I take it.