Heartless

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First Thought : If I have no heart and started to bleed, would I ever actually run out of blood? Would that be weird? What the hell would that look like?

     "You, sir, are an idiot." a soft, yet firm voice whispered in my ear. I bit my lip to hold back the vicious grin that threatened to creep over my shadowed expression. 

     "Did you really expect anything less, Thal?", I replied, my golden-amber eyes gleaming in amusement as she eyed the wicked scar that tore across my bare chest like a predator chasing its prey across a field. The scar was my version of the beast, my stolen heart was the prey, and my skin was the field. My youngest sister's light fingers dancing across my chest was the vulture circling ahead, ready to snatch up the decaying remains.

     The look she gave me was enough to send a delicious chill down my spine as I glared back into her sea-green eyes, as if daring her to send another curse my way. "What did you do to yourself?" she murmured, horror edging her quiet voice.

     I closed my eyes, memories of the endless screaming and blinding flashes of crimson scarlet flooding into my mind. "Something. Something bad, though, really bad." I croaked, my voice growing hoarse as I backed away from her gentle touch. 

     "I can't even find your pulse, Thaddeus, it's like touching a walking corpse." Thal huffed exasperatedly, shuddering a bit. 

     "I am a walking corpse." I stated, forcing my voice to stay monotone and void of all emotion.

     "You sure as hell don't act like it." Thalassa muttered under her breath as she watched me. Of course, my sister always felt as if she needed to insult or criticize me, especially when it came to some of my actions or certain motives. 

     "Leave me alone, I almost died." I said plaintively, not in the mood to endure another one of her boring lectures on my safety and how to ensure that I stayed immortal. In all honesty, I welcomed Death. From what I've heard, Hell isn't even all that bad considering the fact that a few gods that I knew already dwelled down there and are having the time of their nonexistent lives.

     "You realize that not having a heart won't prevent you from being able to have any emotions or experience love, right?"

     I knew that she was right - - Thal always was - - and it was absolutely infuriating.

     "Hey, it's the thought that counts, right?" I remarked with a cold laugh as I pulled my shirt back on and walked away without another word. It was all meaningless. Absolutely pointless, really. Arranged marriages were something that I did not approve of, but I, however was already trapped in an inescapable situation concerning one.

     I didn't believe in love, and I never would. It made no sense to me. Love was just some stupid illusion that both mortals and immortals alike believed in to prove that they weren't alone. But we'll all be alone in the end, that's how it works, so you might as well embrace it, right? And it wasn't like I was new to the idea of forced isolation. It was a concept that I had let myself live in ever since I was young, after all.

     "You don't have to do this, Thaddeus." She called softly, her voice ripping through the silence that threatened to rip apart my thoughts and words. 

     "Who said that I was ever given a choice?" I scoffed, slamming the door shut behind me and sighed contentedly as the sound rumbled throughout the area. The empty hole that had been ripped into my chest and left within my vacant ribcage ached, making me suddenly miss the steady rhythm of its constant beating.

     I shook my head quickly, silently scolding myself for having such a thought. A dry laugh escaped my lips, shaking with everything that I had let go of a long time ago. Heartless. . . The voice in the back of my mind snickered. Some cold-blooded, heartless monster you must be. It whispered gleefully.