Roman one-shots

Perfect

demigods au and just to let any new readers know all the other ones were super old, this is my newest one lol

Even as a young child I was always curious about the monsters that followed me and my brother, Remus. They intrigued me, they were creatures that I had never seen before and had yet to understand how dangerous they were. I used to sneak out from our safety bunker that our mom made for him. I was always in it though. Mom would throw a fit if I were to leave.

She said that it was too dangerous for Remus out there. That the bunker was for his safety. I was always so curious about the outside, even if my mother said it made me a bad brother.

When I snuck out, she would scold me for observing these weird creatures claiming that it wasn't safe for Remus. Every once in a while I would get a peek at these people, who were much older than me at the time, they were fighting off the creatures.

I remember cheering for these older people to win, and they did. Every time. Until one day, my mother caught me. Again. She pushed me inside yelling at me about how stupidly dangerous it was to even think about sneaking out. She would yell these nasty words at me that I would let get to my head.

She told me she knew this, that she knew it got in my head and that it would make me stronger and harder to use my weaknesses against. I could be the perfect soldier, she said. I had to protect Remus and to protect Remus I had to be perfect. Her meaning of perfect was so broad. If I stayed in the bunker all day, no words spoken, I was perfect, but if I were to even just sneeze, I was imperfect.

"Perfect people don't sneeze." Mother would remark. It wasn't until a scream caught both of our attention that she stopped yelling.

I didn't know what happened at first. My mother had left and when she came back she said someone had taken my brother. Kidnapped, my only brother was kidnapped. I radged in fury, demanding to know who would do that.

My mother came clean. She told me all about how Remus was apart of these people who she called demigods. I knew what demigods were. My private tutor often talked about them during history.

She claimed that it made her crazy just thinking about it, how her youngest son, her only source of happiness. He didn't deserve that kind of fate. She said I was so lucky to be born a mortal. I almost believed her when she said that she craved to touch the god, that she so badly just wanted to feel her arms wrap around the god one more time, just to feel the same happiness that Remus had once brought her. She said that I could be the one to do that for her.

Just one more time. Before she died. That's all she asked of me, to make her happy "Don't you want to make me happy, Roman?" She asked, stroking my cheek lovingly.

"Yes," I would reply, and it was true, I would do anything to make her happy.

"Then just do one thing for me, and I will forever be happy." She would pull me into a hug and whisper nothing but pretty lies. But I took them, and I listened.

They sounded so pretty, so true, how could I not listen? They were addicting, she said I could be her perfect child, the perfect prince. Perfect, Perfect, Perfect, that's all I wanted to be. If I could be perfect that meant my life could be perfect.

If my life was perfect, then I could have my brother back, and if my brother, my perfect brother, if I could have him back that would mean my mother would be perfect, and if my mother was perfect, she would be happy. Perfect, Perfect, Perfect, everything would be perfect, my favorite word. And all I had to do to obtain this perfect life? That was easy, I was to kill the gods.