Savior

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What deems someone innocent? What proves they are guilty? I am king of the dead, ruler of the underworld, and judge of good and evil. Yet even I don't have an answer. At first glance, it may seem black and white, but nothing looks as it appears. How do you know if someone is wicked? How they look? How they act? Maybe they were wronged or ill in the mind, but even so, Does that really excuse their heinous crime? A judge such as me finds it difficult to determine whether or not you should suffer or thrive. Sometimes I just want to damn them all and call it a day, but the thought of punishing the innocent doesn't settle so well.

As I sit on this throne day in and day out, I never truly know if my ruling is just. I wasn't born into this role, nor did I choose it. I was assigned, chaotically, may I add. I was a god of love and passion. I wondered of women and men, mothers and daughters, fathers and sons—anything that involved the heart I was part of. This was never my area of expertise, per se.

"My king," I heard a voice speak. A look of annoyance formed upon my countenance, I'm sure as I sat up a bit. It was Geneva. She slowly approached, lowering her head in a bow. "Speak". "Your siblings will be gathering soon for the ritual. Must you prepare, my lord?" She asked apprehensively. She knows my feelings about this night, that I hate it all to hell. "Must I attend?" I said, already knowing the answer. "Apologies, my king, but your role is too crucial not to be present." "Yes, yes, yes, I know," I waved off. "Leave me so I may prepare." She bowed again and took her leave. A heavy breath released from my lips as I sat, dreading every waiting second closer to tonight.

The blood dinner: a wicked human offered up as a sacrifice to the gods to cleanse the people of their sins. The sad reality of the ritual is it is only an excuse to party, get drunk, have sex, and torture humans. Humanity has been hoodwinked. They believe that us gods are in favor of them. That we all work solely because they're good, but it's the opposite really. My brothers and sisters hate them. If it weren't for their conceited ways and power-hungry appetite, they'd all be dead. The grudge they hold about a father choosing them over his own children hinders them from being who they only appear to be.

My brother is the worst of them all. The one everyone adores the most. Receives the most prayers, offered the most worship, given the most praise, yes him. He loathes the simplistic creatures as he never understood how something so low and boring could be chosen over someone so high and mighty. He's not only my brother, but my twin as well. But I could never come to see how I could mirror someone so different of me. His conceited demanding ways are what have made us grow apart, but he doesn't see it that way. In fact he doesn't see it all. He doesn't care.

I heard footsteps scurrying my way as I still sat in thought. I didn't want to be bothered with all this weighing on my mind. It wasn't Geneva this time, but another servant which truly I had not much of a care for. "This better be of the utmost importance to disturb me in a moment such as this" I said before she even stepped to my door. She was panting, out of breath as if she'd been sent along way for this message. "Sorry to disturb you my lord, but I hurried this way as this is of importance" she panted out still attempting to calm her breathing. For some reason her attempts were annoying me. "So spit it out!" I yelled. The volume of my voice alone made her straighten up. "Your other half is here my lord and he requests to speak with you" she blurted.

Of all people.

Of all times.

I'm in no such mood to deal with him right now. I'm aggravated and annoyed. Displeased and truthfully pissed about this entire night. This I know he is aware and yet he still aims to bother. "Leave" I growled. "Yes, my king" she quickly bowed before taking off.

"Now, now brother. That's no way to treat the help you know." He smiled.
He just couldn't wait could he? It hasn't even been five minutes and yet here he is standing in my chambers. "What is it" I scoffed.