Emma didn’t have time to deal with an angry demi-god. Like, who did?

Using her nearly pointless magical talent to her advantage, Emma sharpshooted several nearby items at Demeter; and though she was surprised at how effortlessly she used items as potentially lethal projectiles, Demeter easily blocked or evaded the launched items. Which was fine, because Emma was planning something else.

Just as Demeter was about to hit her, Emma threw that pointless cloak at Demeter. She had kept the cloak just in case the bottom of the sea was cold, but it turned out to be rather warm. Obviously, that didn’t make sense, but Emma wasn’t questioning how literal gods could warp logic.

Demeter wasn’t expecting Emma to attack her with a coat — and to be fair, who would? But she was bound in it quickly and as she was so taken aback by the attack, Demeter took her efforts at escape frivolous, which only made her further entangled in the coat. Before long, all of Demeter was waging a full-on war with the coat, the garment which she herself had made; as Demeter struggled, the odds and ends of the coat seemed to take on new life, ends appeared where Demeter swore none had been before, and its edges engorged, somehow becoming bigger, more voluptuous, which only allowed the robe to encase her in a more snug fit, an eternal fit.

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As Demeter struggled with the ultimate foe, Emma wasted no time.

Shoving the tiny sub into the water, Emma still hadn’t a clue if this sub would take her home or explode. But she was, supposedly, at the bottom of the sea, in the palace of king-shit frat-boy Poseidon. What other option did she have?

In the water, Emma climbed into the one- or two-man sub and closed the hatch. Slowly, the sub waded into the depths of the sea, and though Emma knew not what any of the controls meant, if all that was standing between her and her family in Boston was iffy control panels, she would survive. She would figure it out.

Or she hoped she would figure it out — in time, because as the sub was leaving the palace, Emma began to hear the words of the lord of the sea himself in her head.