The god watched him approach with a smile, making no attempt to avoid the tendrils reaching for his throat. A faint golden sheen appeared over his skin, and the first strands of blood burst against it, splattering across an invisible surface. More followed, wrapping around his arms and torso until Damon could barely see the white robes beneath them.
"Is this how you killed him?" the god asked, glancing down at the blood tightening around his waist. "How disappointing."
Damon reached him a moment later and drove his fist into his chest. The impact sent a shock through his arm, cracking two of his knuckles, while the god remained exactly where he was. Damon snarled and struck again with his other hand, allowing the tendrils to pull him closer as though he were too hungry to realize that his attacks weren't working.
The man laughed. "You could keep doing this for a thousand years."
