"Odi! What is this?!" Meg yells.

"I have been through Hell and back again because of you!" I point it at Zeus.

I grip the sickle.

"For too long man has suffered from the Gods. The rein of the Olympians is over!" I wave my hand. 

"Hahaha!" Zeus laughs.

The Olympians start copying him. Really? Here I have the most powerful weapon, strong enough to kill a God, and they're... laughing? Is it me who's cracked? Maybe they've lost their minds. I wouldn't put it past them.

"You're just one man!" I hear Ares yell.

"Maybe, but I do have-" I take out the blood.

Drink the blood.

I remove the cap. The Gods go flat.

"What... what are you doing??" Meg asks.

I raise the bottle. Zeus' eyes widen.

"I cheer to you O king of fools." I chug it down.

I expected to be in pain but first... nothing. It didn't taste like fire and ash. It tasted sweeter and it spilled down my throat. Was something supposed to be happening? Then I cough up blood. It's my blood. It's my own blood. Is my body rejecting my own blood? I fall to my knees. Now here's the pain I expected. It's a lot more pain that I expected truth be told. I grip my throat. I feel energy like lightning. It feels like a thousand bees slamming into my organs and my flesh. I cough up more blood. I see veins growing and a blackness running over it. I feel like I'm growing. I stand up. I grab the sickle.

"Now we're even." I say.