Katsuki polished his weapons when his red crystal orb began to glow. It only sparked to life when a mortal or demigod sought the gods' aid. Your face appeared within, fraught with distress. He sighed, grumbling, “Jerks! Mortals always chasing after the next pretty face!” He cursed at their foolishness. “Should I heed her call, or delegate this to one of the other gods?” The choice hovered in his mind, a tantalizing mix of duty and impatience, as he considered the trouble you were in.
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