He hadn’t expected the hooves; the searing, bone-breaking pain of toes, heel, and arch bending themselves all into hard, cloven, three-toed lumps. Next to the crippling agony of the feet, the horns curling out of his skull were nothing.
He’d asked to be a god. He hadn’t specified which one.
Drake-athon! – Feb. 19th & 20th 2011