June 2025 - Mount Olympus
Why am I here? I shouldn't be here. I should be on the front line, taking care of my fellow man. But I know who caused the chaos. In my heart I know the truth. All those years of searching for my purpose, searching for the great evil in my life, and here it was all long. She was by my side since day one and I was to blind to see. I know the truth yet here I am. Hoping she'll feel some form of regret.
Miles away from unholy belligerence and unimportant miscreants, sat the Son of Thunder within a homely estate. "Noah. I see you're still a moody man child." Her words sunk into his heart so viciously. He didn't understand why. He couldn't determine why she treated him so poorly. "Clarice, the same can be said for you." He looked downward, sincerely hurt by her unpleasant indifference. It was disheartening to know this was his family. The only family he had left.
"Why are you even upset? Haven't I thrown you a magnificent birthday party?" Queen Clarice looked at him perplexed. Her violet eyes fixated on his displeasure. "Why aren't you happy? We rule this world. You have everything." Those words in a sense held merit. His surname had been itched into the history books, but for all the wrong reasons. Yes, people did shower him with innumerable gifts, but not of adoration.
Everyone hates me. Nobody will even speak to me. She destroyed Impero and caused a ripple affect through the infinite realms. Caused a specific blockade that prevents traveling to specific dimensions. Created rivalries where friendship once flourished. Cassidy despises my existence, the Duchess mocks my pain, and my best friend lies six feet under. I am nothing because of her, yet I let her live. I try my best to forget. I try my best to be the hero I feel I was meant to be, but I'm not a hero. I'm just stupid. Stupid for letting her live. Stupid for cherishing family, no matter how screwed up it is.
"Shut up. The fact that I'm even here should prove that you're not entirely hated. In fact you should be kneeling before me. Than again you've spun an awesome tale. You have the whole world honestly believing you're their savior. Ending the impervious Impero, because his unholy powers were the cause of Earth's present day wreckage. You got them fooled, but those smart of enough are searching. They've spent years trying to find you. I've lost blood and body parts lying on your behalf, but maybe one day I'll slip. I mean why should I protect you?"
Listening to her retorts feels like watching a Golden Girls marathon, formulaic with a slight hint of humor. I mean she's really repetitive Telling me everything she's done was meant to benefit me. Make my life better. Take me away from my toxic environment. I portray an understanding attitude. That way she doesn't start with those crocodile tears. I'm a gentleman like that. I really deserve an Oscar.
"I'm so tired of you're bull. That's why tomorrow I'm ending this facade. You're done Clarice. I'm serious this time. No more lies. I'm not even sorry. You're a monster and it's all my fault. And it's about damn time I owned it. Even if you won't accept your own mistakes. I'd say I'm sorry but---"
She pulled him by his strawberry blond locks, vigorously pulling him upward. "I love you. I've always loved you. I don't understand why you weren't born with a pussy." She peered in his yellow eyes, confused by his inability to cherish their incalculable wealth. "Zeraz. It'll be know forever. And you wish to sully it. I'd say I'm sorry for what happens next, but I'm not. It's for the best."
In this moment of need, God I ask you to give my soul a quick death. Know that I'm aware of my sins and willingly accept any punishment given. Know that through my ignorance, I have found closure in admitting my wrongs and speaking many truths. Know that in death I've found my purpose....creating a weapon that'll be my aunt's undoing. I may not have won this battle, but I've surely won the war.
Standing in a hallway so hollow stands a boy, no older than seventeen, his eyes glued on his atrocious mother. "Sean!", she screams so angrily, commanding him to leave her presence immediately. Instead he stays, disgusted by the sight he sees. In this moment he learns the truth. How the world was fooled. How his father was so effortlessly disposed. In this moment he knows what he must do. He must save the world from Clara Mass. If not today than some day soon. If not today than some day soon.....