━━━━━━ 𝒔𝒆𝒂 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒏𝒆𝒅
〔 greek mythology 〕
━━━━━━ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ SYNOPSIS
The life of thievery, chaos, and fun was the perfect life for Matthias. Robbing banks, ransacking museums, he threw awa...
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MATTHIAS HAS NEVER properly fought a person before. He only knew stuff a little over self-defense. He's never needed to hone his skills in hand-to-hand combat, often opting to use his powers to help him escape or disappear rather than outright fight people.
If he was incapable of fighting even humans, what made the gods—of all people—think that he could soothe Gaia's angered being and help her settle back into sleep.
Yet, he finds himself stuck...training. Training!
Matthias has never wielded a sword in his life. They were considered ancient weapons of the past by this point. They lived in the 21st century, where guns were one of the biggest weapons that humans preferred to use. If a sword was supposed to be the hero's weapon then the prophecy should have demanded for Cory rather than himself. This was not his way of fighting.
"Rise and shine, my dearest he—"
Upon hearing that familiar tone of horrendous joy and cheer, Matthias grabbed the pillow that his head comfortably rested on and threw it at the source of the voice. Unfortunately, from the silent thud, his pillow did not hit its target.
As sunlight bled into his room, he hissed and hid under his blanket, shielding himself from the sun—Apollo's glare. But the actual god sat on his bed, providing an imbalance on the comforts of his sacred resting place (his bed).
"Go away..." He groaned, resolutely hid beneath the blanket, almost tempted to kick the god of his bed.
"Come now little Matty—"
"Only my friends are allowed to call me that."
"Am I not your friend?"
"No. You're Fate's damned harbinger that prophecised my fucking death."
Matthias snapped, peeking from under his covers. He saw Apollo pout, earning the god yet another scowl from him as he finally decided that holding back was not the case. So, with every ounce of disrespect he could summon, Matthias kicked Apollo off his bed and watched the god stumble and fall to the floor. Evident surprise hinted at Apollo's features, but Matthias did not mind.
"Go away," He repeated, sleepily this time.
Some semblance of peace was finally achieved, snuggling into his warm and comfy blankets. A wide smile found its way across his face as he buried it into the fluffy pillow that he was provided.
