Percy Jackson and the Gamer 2.0

Chapter 1 If god was real I think he hates me

Chapter 1

If god was real I think he hates me

Have you ever wondered to yourself, If god is real? I have. Many times in fact... and I think god despises me. Why you may ask? Well, that will take years for me to answer. In fact, if I was still living my first life you would see me in a nightclub my friend owns and serving drinks.

Caught the last bit didn't you? That's right folks! I'm dead. I died in the arms of a man who I can proudly call brother. Lucifer Morningstar.

Lucifer Morningstar!

Chuckles

The amount of shit we both been through over the course of me living in L.A. still brings a fond smile on my face remembering all the good times together. I still laugh to this day whenever he kept trying to convince me that he was the devil and all that. He gave up In the end. Still, the day I died was on the day I heard something wonderful. It was the day I was told Chloe and him are having a baby.

It was also the day I died.

Yea... What a shitty day that was. Not two hours later, I got killed while celebrating with them... You would think no one would never do something stupid with people from the police force are right there as well. Nope! The bastard walked right up to me from behind, and then all the sudden I saw a blade going through my gut... Anyways, after having a blade shoved through my gut everything was a bit blurry for me. One moment I was standing right next to Lucifer, talking about whether it'll be a boy or a girl to me being in his arms as he held on to me as I died in his arms.

So yea, that was how I died. Now you're probably thinking why do I sound so melodramatic about me dying? Well, here's the confusing part. I don't really know if I'm dead. One moment I was in the arms of my brother and the next thing I knew I felt like I was floating in water being caressed by something only to be french kissed by It. The next thing I know, I'm in some type of a facility in a 4 year body being experimented on.

Don't ask, really don't. It was quite traumatizing for me, I would rather not remember during my time as a test subject.

You like it when I do that to you don't you baby~

You look better down below me~

Naughty boy! Trying to escape your mistress are you~

This will only hurt for a few days but trust me you'll thank me in the end~

Like I said, quite traumatizing for me. I still wake up terrified because of the night terrors.

In the end, someone must have told the authorities because the next thing I know was being injected with every experimental syringe they had at the time an—

A young teenager at the age of 15 can be seen picking up a battered old journal of his off the table it was on. He held It in his hands and stared at it, He hummed before placing it in his bag. As he was putting it in the bag a small piece of paper fell from it. On it was a sentence that was written on it.

At the end of the day I always go to sleep wondering to myself. "If god was real, does he hate me?"

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Something small to get by for the day, I hope you enjoy it