![]() ![]() “Now answer me!” The color drained from Sisyphus’s face. “What kind of person carries a sword like that?” “A son of Hades,” Nico said. The Stygian iron was so cold it steamed in the hot dry air of Punishment. Skis, maybe? A shovel? Maybe if you wait here, I could go look for him.” “What did you tell him?” I demanded. He carried a long package all wrapped up in black cloth. Her face was bright red and drenched in sweat. He glanced up at Thalia, who was almost to the top of the hill. “Who was he?” Sisyphus massaged his shoulders. Didn’t offer to roll my boulder at all.” “What did you tell him?” Nico said. ![]() “Someone else asked your advice?” “An angry young man,” Sisyphus recalled. “That’s what the other one asked.” My stomach tightened. “It’s locked down, you know.” Sisyphus grinned wickedly. “I’ll bust out of here soon, and when I do, they’ll all be sorry!” “How would you get out of the Underworld?” Nico asked. Was it worth it?” “A temporary setback!” Sisyphus cried. Her expression said Hurry up! “So that was your punishment,” I said to Sisyphus. She gritted her teeth, pushing the boulder with her back. “I stayed alive another thirty years before they finally tracked me down!” Thalia was halfway up the hill now. And he didn’t come back.” The old man cackled. Sisy here-May I call you Sisy?” “No!” “Sisy tricked Persephone into letting him go back to the world to haunt his wife. Then when Thanatos got free and was about to kill him, Sisyphus told his wife to do incorrect funeral rites so he wouldn’t rest in peace. “First he chained up Thanatos, the reaper of souls, so no one could die. “Sisyphus cheated death,” Nico explained. ![]()
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