I hid in the darkness

I hid in the shadows
As once again another warrior approached
They must have numbered
in the tens of thousands by now
They all come when they hear tell
Of one descendant of Zeus still lives
All with swords and armor
None thinking that I’m the last bit of the Greek gods
And as each perished their power filtered to me
I step out of the shadows
I freeze the warrior
“deluded one you are mine, I will mate with you and you will die.”
I melt the armor off the warrior.
Oh my
My warrioress is exquisite.
“or I might just keep you alive to play with for a long time.”
I know I have an evil grin as I approach her...