By Your Hands||Gonkillu [HIATUS]

G O D C O M P L E X

Intro 2/2

The young man lay flat on his back, staring up at his bedroom ceiling, his eyes darting to every prominent bump and scratch and imperfection.

"Son," his father addressed from the chair by the boy's bed. "You mustn't continue on with this behavior. It is understandable that the death of your beloved mother took a toll on your mental stability, but—"

"My mother was nothing but a coward who abandoned child responsibility long before I was born. She meant nothing to me." He answered calmly, not once taking his eyes from the ceiling.

"Fine," his father sighed. "Be mad with your mother, but do not lash out on our territory we worked so hard for. Your mother fell victim to the hands of the merciless Zoldyck clan, and so will the rest of us if you do not act. Son, you are our only hope. You're the heir, our savior. Do you not want ultimate power?"

"I do, Father, I do." He nodded, finally shifting and turning to face the older man. "But I love seeing you all beg."

A silence hushed the room, his father's eyes wide with disgust. His son, Gon, could only grin at his father's expression, satisfied with his being on top, yet again.

He turned back to his ceiling watching and let out a content sigh.

"Father," he started, tapping his chin. "Do you know what makes a good ruler? It's not wealth or battle strategies or loyalty, no matter how useful. It's whether or not your people absolutely worship you. As if you were their own god. And they will worship me. Just like you wished they would've done to you."

"You're not my son. Not anymore."

"Was I ever?"

More silence came over them and his father watched as the prophecy of his cousin became fulfilled. He had strayed too far down the path of bad to be good and too far down the path of good to be bad. He will never find peace after death.

His father rose from the chair quickly, the wood seat clattering to the ground as the man stormed to the door and left, the room shaking as the door was slammed. Gon waved a most agitating goodbye with a sinister smile worn on his face as his father left.

The young man began to hum jollily as he anticipated his long awaited mission to create a turning point in the New World. A turning point for his family. A turning point for the Freecss Clan to reign supreme. And they will reign supreme. How could they not?

His family came from humble beginnings, practically nothing, but the end of the world was all the Freecss's needed to make themselves seen, known, heard. Worshipped.

A few more weeks and he'd begin the mission that'd find itself in history lectures, old folks tales passed on from generation to generation. He would be the god of the New World. He will be the god of the New World.

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