Marked for Death

The Wardens arrived about fifteen minutes after the heroes stopped the empousa’s rampage. Incidentally, it took Sam that same amount of time to come to terms with the fact that he was now on Hades’ shit list.

'Better me than Thunder or the others. I heal. I can take the bites of the walking dead without getting infected by Underworld rabies or worse,' he rationalized in his mind.

'You do make an excellent punching bag,' Chiron chuckled.

Sam watched the Wardens place the power-dampening cuffs on Bloodfyre’s hands with a frown. 'I’m serious here, master… what can we expect from this Mark of Hector?'

A notification arrived in the air almost as if Triple-A had been waiting for him to ask that question.