The Olympians: The Fall of Kin

One-Eyed Onyx

            Athena hid behind a tree, gripping a small blade. Her father wandered through the forest not far behind her. She could hear his shallow breaths, as he fought the exhaustive use of his powers. While her father—like most Godkin—had a healing factor of sorts, it wasn't so fast that his wounds would heal immediately. As it was, he'd lost enough blood that he should be dead ten times over. What made it impossible to kill him, and what had earned him one of many titles: Onyx the Immortal, was his bone marrow, that constantly produced blood at an increased rate. So fast that it was impossible for the bastard to bleed out.

"Your mother was a weak whore, Athena." He declared. Though, he didn't say it like she thought he might. The way he put it; it was almost like he didn't want to say it. Like it was something even he didn't want to hear. "She would have brought you to death. Just like that friend of yours. The one you made in college."

Ali.

She clenched her fists as she remembered that blunder. The trust that was repaid with pain.

"You've gone your whole life hiding from them...me...how long will you continue to hide?!"

One Eyed Onyx had lived an alright life. He'd killed many foes and gotten paid exorbitant sums for it. He owned his own Yacht. He owned an island. And he could have any woman he wanted in his bed. These are things most men dream of. The things most men wish they had. And there was one word that Onyx had for each and every man that dreamed of a life like his: Idiots.

All his life, there'd been something missing from it. Something that he could never put his finger on.

One Eyed Onyx had lived his childhood in a town full of mercs. It was a large city on the coast, just east of Italy. Much like Rasen City was the city of business and commerce, Elise Junction was a city of mercenaries. It had its own government, sort of, and its own residential and business districts. Onyx had lived with his father off of The Strip.

His father was a Greek man by the name of Ajax Adamos, a brutal man who sought a life of fortune that he couldn't achieve in the largely Human populated Greece. Of course, as one would have guessed, Onyx had followed in his father's footsteps. Become the killer that Ajax had always wanted him to be, beaten him to be. It wasn't long before Ajax became the leader of a group of Merc pirates.

Growing up as the captain's son, Onyx had everything that he could ever want in life. Everything. He was granted a ship at the head of the fleet, had first draft of any riches they happened to plunder.

He should have been happy.

So, why wasn't he?

It was a question he asked himself many times. A question that had earned him scars.

After several years of raiding warships and plundering commercial cargo lines, he'd been sitting at the bow of his ship, looking up at the stars, wondering what he was missing. He'd heard a high-Yokaied laugh on one of the nearby ships and taken a look. It'd been a daughter playing with her father, splashing water at each other from puddles that had gathered on the deck of their run-down excuse for a ship.

It was a rare family among the pirates, a family that had little to nothing compared to even the poorest of pirates. And yet they were happy? It baffled him to no extent! How could they, who had trouble feeding themselves, be happier than he who had the entire world on a platter?

Eventually, he'd deduced that there was something buried beneath that cowl they called familial relations.

That was when he'd decided that he should try and have a family.