He walked past Marcus, toward the shimmering gates of Olympus.
"Marcus," boomed a voice from the doorway. It was Aethelred, the Senior Auditor, a former Mesopotamian god of ledgers who still wore a cuneiform tie. "The Hercules file. Compensate him." compensar hercules
Heracles laughed. It was a sound like grinding stones. "Grief? I killed my wife. My children. In a rage sent by Hera. You want grief? I am a mountain of grief. I just learned to climb it." He walked past Marcus, toward the shimmering gates
"Time's up," Marcus said.