He’s Ours Now. Not Made

You Can’t. He Has It Shielded. Besides, He’s A God And Can Be A Nasty One If You Upset Him. You Try Popping Into Any Place Where His Beloved Wife Is And You’ll Get Fried Faster Than Chicken At Kfc. He Doesn’t Have A Sense Of Humor When It Comes To Her. So Wipe The Frown Off Your Face Before You Hurt Her Feelings And Get Gutted For It. (phobos)

Then He Will Be Called Acheron For The River Of Woe. Like The River Of The Underworld, His Journey Shall Be Dark, Long And Enduring. He Will Be Able To Give Life And To Take It. He Will Walk Through His Life Alone And Abandoned – Ever Seeking Kindness And Ever Finding Cruelty. May The Gods Have Mercy On You, Little One. No One Else Ever Will. (oracle)

What Are You? (danger) Well, Had You Listened Before You Stabbed Me, You Would Have Heard The ‘i’m Acheron’s Squire’ Part. Apparently That Somehow Escaped Your Hearing And You Mistook Me For A Pin Cushion. (alexion)

My Father Tutored Me Well On Amnesia. He Always Said It Was A Necessary Ingredient For Any Friendship. (kiara)

You Can’t Die, Vik. You’re A Mechbot. (syn) They Can Pull Me Apart And Reprogram Me. Trust Me, That’s Death. Now Shush Before They Find Us. Remember – Hide, People, Hide. (vik)