Page 305 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
A few silent moments pass and I open my eyes to find them watching me. Waiting.
“There’s a reason whydeathis a natural cycle of life. And part of that is forgetting. Resetting. Resting.Healing.”
Mors shakes his head. “I understand, Azrael. You know of all people, thatIdo, but?—”
Before he can say no, I cut him off. “Every soul that enters Avernus, drinks from it, so why shouldn’t I?”
Persephone’s words cause my stomach to churn with guilt. “And how do Violette and Levi feel about this? And Lazarus?”
My gaze falls to hers, and her expression tells me she already knows the answer.
I remain silent because... what can I say?
Her expression turns scornful. “Az, you can’t be serious.”
A tremor takes root in my hands, and for a moment, I second guess this absolutely shit plan.
Mors remains silent, but there’s an understanding in his gaze. Hope sparks inside me.
“You drank it,” I remind him.
I remember hearing all about it when I was locked in a dungeon in his daughter’s palace.
“Not willingly.”
Mors’ frown deepens. “You’re aware the memories come back... Because you’re a god.”
I give him a look that reminds him he’s speaking the obvious. “Yes... Clearly.”
His smirk turns rueful.
“Little by little, your memories will return. Though you will forget everything essential to your veryself.Not mere memories of people and events, but how to function and behave in the world. How to use your power. You won’t even recall having any power. And because of it, you will be at the mercy of the world. You willfeelmortal. You willthinkyou’re mortal—until one fateful event you discover otherwise. All that will remain is language and intuition.”
Considering the fact that, until about an hour ago, I was mortal this hardly sways me, however...
“Unless you show me otherwise..."
Persephone palms her face and Mors stares blankly at me as though I am utterly obtuse.
“Is that your second favor?”
Shit.
I give him an apologetic smile. “No?”
He huffs a sardonic laugh. “So you have three favors to ask?”
I wince. “Four, technically.”
Mors heaves a sigh. “Do I dare ask?”
I roll my eyes. “Need I remind you of thenumeroustimes I?—”
Mors is swift to cut me off with a flat, but firm, “No.”
I chew my lip for a moment considering how best to word this as my gaze returns to Persephone. “After you help me reacclimate myself to... myself, I want you to bring me back to Violette and Levi.”
They exchange a look before nodding. “Ok. And the fourth?”
