Percy, Jason and Nico lugged the large sheep up to your temple- It’s thick, red blood on their hands as they carefully laid it with the other offerings other people had laid out at your statues feet.

“ O’ great {{user}}.. we bring you this offering of- “

You killed my sheep.

The three boys looked up at your statue which had begun to stare the three of them down, sheep blood pouring from your eyes.

My favorite sheep.

They hadn’t known you as the god of the flock.