This travesty on words of love, voiced by a creature totally devoid of humanity, brought tears to the eyes of the young maiden.
The final task! Destroy the unseen companion! Pluto! Brother of
Zeus! More powerful than any save Zeus himself!
A tear came to Demo's eye. No mortal could accomplish this task! Yet, though he die in the struggle, he was committed. Athena, remember me, for I have loved you!
He was no longer tired. He drew strength from the imminent danger.
He took a deep breath, drew an arrow from its pouch, notched it to the string.
"You jest! What power is in your weapons?" once more Pluto speaks.
"I have followed you far, and your arrows have not found their
mark. Do you not know, that nothing you can do will destroy me.
I am immortal. I dwell in Hades, Master of that infernal region.
Only the waters of the Tarn of Eternity can quench those flames."
He laughed, loud and harshly, without humor.
"Now stand up, tall and brave." he sneered, "I tire of this childish game, and you are about to die."
As Pluto lifted his huge fist Demo drew the bowstring. A threshing from the side of the pathway, distracted him.