It's you who will be the one choking, dear Rupert. On your own blood. You chose this path for yourself, and Helios too. He's the one who will be doing the cutting and the ritual after all.

[ There's a quick flash of his hand and Giles will feel Helios' icy cold hand slap him across the face. He'll let out a foreign and dark laugh at the action, enjoying it far too much. He leans over the bed, before it creaks with his added weight. Apep will be straddling Giles, the black blade gripped tightly in his hands. The tendrils form into snakes, there and then, their fangs biting and tearing into Giles' ankles and wrists, drawing blood onto the comforter of the bed. Apep's smirk is one of amusement and satisfaction. ]

Struggle all you want, mortal. It will help you no more than a fly caught in a web. I can smell the fear on you. [ He closes his eyes taking a deep breath. And when his eyes open they are surprisingly their original color. Green but wrong still as if Helios is being forced against his will to raise that knife above his head. Helios' green eyes mist over with moisture and he bites his lip in an all too familiar action. ]

G-Giles. [ God he's so sorry. But he can't fight this, he can't overcome a god. ]