"... ..Well, that certainly sounds like a problem. And I thought four ancient dragons were problem enough." They're certainly not attacking out of love or hate for gods - just hate for humanity and a need to be worshiped by lesser creatures. Vex doesn't look particularly surprised that they were driven by religious teachings, however - but then, she comes from a world where Gods are a very real and very big deal. Both the good, the neutral and the bad.

Also, you can go to Hell. Literally. There's nine of them, even.

"Don't worry. I probably haven't heard of yours either. It would seem that a lot of us are here from random planes, or, worlds." The darkening in his eyes goes uncommented, but Vex knows the look well - she's seen it shadow her brother, Grog, had seen such a thing almost consume Percy. So instead Vex focuses on the rest of his words. "Well, you're a fighter, that much is obvious from looking at you, darling. Any particular specialization?" Winning smile follows. "I myself am a ranger."