Skyler

Demise and fall of one

"Recycled reused and still worthless I see..As always dear Father of mine" with a smirk slightly playing at his pink lips.

" your mother must be proud, of the imbecile simpleton you've become" sitting on his throne waving a hand about with a smug look on his face. Seeing red is under estimated when I look at the man who helped give me life. " remember my mother isn't who she use to be..your lover once but seeing how you destroy everything you touch..let's just say loathing you must be a family trait."

Mount Olympics was grand in it's glory days, we're the God's sat looking down at their followers. Humans would throw themselves at a chance to be a surface to the God's. Protection from beast, plentiful harvest, a child growing in its mothers womb. They asked they received with a price of course, it worked in everyone's favor to be quit Frank. Zeus with his power ruling the heavens, Hadus ruling the underworld getting all the dammed he could ever want. From the humans point of view it looked glories, as a god you had everything at your feet. The true inside however...was a different story. Lies, betrayal, always someone trying to dethrone any sort of power that could possibly be a threat to them.

Funny how time changes some things, yet the humans still none the wiser to what truly goes on with any of the gods. Far and few worship us as they once did, and so blind to our kind among them. I may be known for a temper and being set off easily..There are worse than myself ..like my father the power hungry fool. We all have our days numbered and I've learned you must find peace somehow before you can truly move forward.

" my mother is more than proud of her children, she encouraged the idea of your demise" looking towards the sky with a bright light scoring quickly.

" You think I'm going to fear you, ah dear pathetic you I don't think so!"

A chuckle  began to rumble in my throat with a shrug " I myself would enjoy ending you however it has been written my the fates your undoing not to be my fate...it be by the hand of morning light,  The irony is the daughter of Chaos and my mother."

A boom of laughter rang out rumbling echos off the mountain. " You get a child to do your dirty work for you now..how like you, a child that was born with little to no ability"

" the goddess of dawn found a suitable host in the Drakos blood line, and she's to end you.. so how it reads in history" turning to walking away I felt a bit lighter, still wanted to rip his head off myself but I knew it not my place to do so. With a part of me felling as if it died when Ary left, some how I knew in that moment I would be okay...maybe not today or tomorrow weeks even but one day I would be okay. My mother I had her now with one crazy brother a sweet loving little sister and one hell of a man that was willing to accept one lost me as his son. "Okay one day"