Through the crimson haze, a familiar figure stood with his hands loosely at his sides.
"Aiden?" Damon snarled.
The friend smiled. "You look terrible."
Damon's fingers curled, and the blood surrounding him stirred in response. He wanted to rip the bastard's head off right this instant but he could already feel several presences rapidly descending one after the other.
Lightning spread through the darkness behind Aiden, illuminating an enormous silver-blue body. Minnahithaya's head emerged first, his long whiskers drifting toward the blood surrounding Damon. An elderly god stood upon his back, and farther behind, three more figures stepped through separate spatial openings.
Damon's gaze moved between them. The pressure gathering around him left little room for optimism. They were all Gods every single one of them.
