Tartarus- 1 BC
No one's Pov:
A desolate plane, full of the mournful screams of the oppressed and long forgotten. The eternal punishment of the wicked. Damnation of the failures, unworthy of true peace and happiness.
A river of suffering, eternally hydrating those tortured souls, only prolonging the pain.
Two people, one young and one old stand together chatting. The latter wearing a golden tunic embroidered in maroon. The former wearing a simple ragged robe, barely hanging on his shoulders. If one looked beyond the robe, many cascading scars could be seen painting a gruesome image on the canvas of his body.
Boy: "Another day in paradise, eh?"
Old man: "Indeed... So are you ever gonna tell me why it is that such a young kid is in the place where the worst of the worst mingle?"
The boy, hearing this question visibly flinched. Simply shrugging his shoulders, he got to work on the task he had for gods knows how long: an ancient method meant to torture heretics in Rome. Bound by two coarse ropes, he was forced to swallow a island's worth of molten metal for every transgression perceived of him.
What made this method so torturous is that the metal is mixed with silver ore, which is especially excruciating to certain cursed creatures. Though what hurt the most was being lied to. During a battle with the gods predecessors, he fought on the side of those whom promised to relieve his sentence. The war was won, but he was thrust into this same hell once more.
Boy: "I was thrown into this hell by the ones I trusted, those patricidal spawn of the Primordials. I made war preparations with them, so as to help them achieve victory. I was promised a place in mythology. I was to be freed of my father's sins. But they were all lies! Tell me, Sisyphus! What exactly was I born for?"
At this moment, the old man, Sisyphus, looked baffled. What crime could a man commit that would cause a child to need to be punished in the worst way possible?
Pushing his boulder up the mountain for the upteenth time since 1st century BC, scolding the cruel gods who harmed this clearly innocent boy. This poor boy he had watched swallow liquid metal over and over again for this past century. As his bowels became hardened and he suffocated slowly, before "dying" only to arise again the next day to repeat the same torture. Why he had one arm and one leg seemingly severed brutally without a care for symmetry. If Sisyphus had looked closer, he would see the marks on the remainder of the boy's flesh is actually covered in bruises;almost as if torn off directly.
Slowly suffocating from the viscuous liquid death, the boy began to hallucinate. In the images, he saw 5 people dressed in strange clothing talking to one another beneath a large tree within a forest. Out of that tree, sprouted a girl, seemingly sleeping gently.
Skip ahead several new moons and the boy saw someone who made his blood boil: that fucking wanker of a sun protege. The one who cursed his father to not be able to freely walk in the sun. With him was a young girlish figure adorned in silver followed by several hunters equipped with bows. At the side were several other children, some of which were from the first vision. Though the blonde one seemed to be missing.
Next scene, the silver-clad female was seen chained atop a mountainside and forcibly held what appeared to be the heaven's themselves. Aside stood a hulking man he once called uncle, the Titan Atlas.
FInally, the young boy was stunned to see that he himself had a crucial role in the outcome: One road would lead to Olympus' fall, where he sat upon a throne of bones, beside Kronos drinking the golden ichor of the gods from a goblet made from the skull of a demigod.
The other road would lead to the Titans falling and the Olympians prospering once more. What made the boy happy is that there were legends about his existence in some tomes hidden away in the library under different names in other myths. The truth of his origin.
In this way the boy drifted off into a deep sleep, not realizing that when he next woke, several eras would have risen and fallen.
Palace of Hades- 1938 AD
No One Pov:
A boy wearing coarse shredded rags stood up for the very first time in many years, Stygian Iron prosthetics acting as his right arm and right leg from the lower thigh down. Soon a ghastly aura exploded and the boy knelt down in prostration. In front of him stood the ruler of this domain, Hades.
Hades: "Get up, boy. I have prepared replacements for your lost limbs, but I expect you to spend time repaying me. I expect you to be a caretaker for two of my brats. Any inhuman creatures that make contact with them, destroy them for me. You will be freed indefinitely after a safe haven is found for them. Do you understand?"
Boy(indifferently): "I understand. Leave it to me. I will kill all who dare approach them with malicious intent. Human or otherwise. You have my word. But regarding my request for Sisyphus-"
Hades(troubled): "Sisyphus will have his punishment revoked the moment I have your soul within my collection." I am not drunk enough for this. That blasted nephew of mine passed his filthy habits onto me. "You are dismissed. Remember, my children must be well taken care of."
Walking out of the palace, the boy began running along a steep downward slope. He would be gone for an unknown period of time, thus he needed to let his friend know that he wouldn't be returning for a while.
Boy(excited): "Sisyphus! Sisyphus! I'm allowed to leave!"
A few feet away stood Sisyphus, getting ready for his day's torment. Hearing the excited words of the boy, Sisyphus smiled secretly, then turned around, glaring at the boy.
Startled, the boy took a step back, never having seen Sisyphus with such a look on his face.
Sisyphus: "Get out of here boy! You're nothing but a hypocrite. You speak of your dislike of the gods, yet enslave yourself to them?! You betrayed not only me, but also yourself. You're a coward!"
Bang!
The boy's heart which had been filled with slowly mending cracks during the time of their friendship shattered altogether. Tears began pouring from the boy's eyes.
Boy(mumbling): "B-but, I just wanted to tell you that you could be-"
Sisyphus: "Shut up, boy! I don't want to hear your bullshit! Save it for the stables you were born in!
Slowly, the boy stopped his tears. He adopted a cold lifeless look in his eyes and simply walked away, leaving Tartarus and heading for the River Styx to wait for Charon's next delivery.
No sooner had the boy left the area that a voice reminiscent of an owl being emasculated sounded, laughing boastfully.
????? Pov:
?????: The boy, that foolish boy took the bait and fell completely! Using his friend was a brilliant plan. Now he'll close himself off and lose himself in the darkness. You have served your purpose well, my pawn.
Standing not far away from the disembodied voice, Sisyphus fell weeping on the ground. For he knew he had broken the heart of a pure child whom trusted him with everything. All for the sake of his desire to free the child. Finally understanding why you never make a deal with the devil.
Sisyphus(tearful/heartbroken): I'm sorry, boy. Not only did I harm you, I also cannot remember your name. You don't have to ever forgive me, but I ask that you never return here. Be free, and pursue your own happiness.
A/N: So, the first chapter is done. Well, more of a prologue explaining some things, I guess. Anyway, did you like the story? I also placed some foreshadowing. Did you catch it? Should I involve the mc in World War 2? Slightly changing the events that led up to the Lotus Casino's creation?
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Son of the Moon
FanfictionA warm heart grown cold, a pawn to be played Abandoned by the Titans, forsaken by their sons An innocent sacrificed, a Civil war won Deep in the Underworld, a child casted away Two thousand years chained in Tartarus, two millenium's worth of pain A...
