Which brings us back to the start; I'm not human. Not any more.
(So dramatic! This is the part where Neptune would have summoned a mighty wave; turned her hair inky black, dripping with sticky ichor; turned her skin pale, cold and blue. She would have let herself turn to water, run clear.
Unfortunately, she can't. Water bubbles up in the palms of her outstretched hands, trickles slowly through her fingers. It is not as impressive, but it's all she has.)
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(So dramatic! This is the part where Neptune would have summoned a mighty wave; turned her hair inky black, dripping with sticky ichor; turned her skin pale, cold and blue. She would have let herself turn to water, run clear.
Unfortunately, she can't. Water bubbles up in the palms of her outstretched hands, trickles slowly through her fingers. It is not as impressive, but it's all she has.)
I'm the devil.