They don't quite get it, not yet anyway. How could they exist and be happy? Without knowledge of why they lived, of why they breathed. How could they possibly be glad to receive this wicked gift of existing? I consider the humans to be cruel, but the one who had the title inscribed on his forehead was my father, the king of the gods.
Why resort a child to this horrible thing called existence? Why condemn them to such fate knowing fully well just how it is to survive in this filthy world of ours? Evil, so much evil in the realm, it makes me sick just thinking about it. I wish for an extermination of all life. I wish for an extermination of my life.
I still remember how it felt being in the prison world they designed just for me. For centuries, I stayed rotting away to nothingness as I replayed everything that led to me being there times and times again. I remember being set free. I remember the feeling of fresh air across the expanse of my bronze skin. I remember the way the electricity on my fingertips sizzled and came to life. I remember it flowing drastically through my body. I remember falling on my knees in the throne room at the clone that sat on the seat that was my father's seat. They said he'd lost his life at the battle of gods, the god war. The memories had come rushing in as I fell to my knees. The gods had turned against my father, deeming him unfit to rule as he had tainted the legacy of the king of the gods by having an affair with a mortal. They snarled at me as I came to stand at my father's side, ready to defend with my last breath. I remember him winking back at me, telling me he'd be alright and asking me to go protect the mortal world as they had a plan against it. Gods, I felt the tears trail down my cheeks. It burned hot against my skin as the silver colour of my tears blurred my sight.
They'd betrayed the throne and managed to kill my father. I remember falling down besides his body as I wept. I remember the massive rush of electricity through my body in fury, my eyes glowed white and the sky crackled with lightning. I would kill them all, I swore under my breath as I rose and did what I had been taught all my life, to kill, to protect. I felt the bones of some of the gods squash in my palms. I heard their shrieks as I slashed through most of them with my sword. It glowed white just like my eyes, in all its glory. My sword and companion, Realm breaker.
It didn't have to be this way. The thought filled my head as I cleaned my sword against the last of them. The adrenaline that filled my body was gone and I was left with a sadness that reached the marrow of my bone. I stumbled through the pile of bodies towards the body that laid far across the pile and fell on my knees for the second time that day. I called his name, again and again. I wrapped my arms around him and sobbed, my body trembling at how cold and grey he had become.
That was the last of the memories I managed to lay hands on before I was sent the world created for only me.
Oraya. Her name filled my head like a house on fire. She was gone too. Taken away from me by the creatures of the dark. My sweet beautiful girl. I remember biting my lips so hard, I tasted blood which was mine. I remember punching the mirror I stared at to pieces as I let the rage and sorrow consume me. Four hundred years since I'd last summoned realm breaker. Four hundred years since I was locked up to rot and eventually die. Four hundred years since everything was taken away from me. Four thousand years of wrath and pain I shall give them.
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