Evil Reader x Loki

Banished

On my home planet, the inhabitants have powers at a young age but they are not fully developed until the person has reached the age of 21. Most people are welcomed into the community with open arms and their powers are embraced by all. They live perfectly happy lives with their families and fit into society with no problems.

Except for me.

My powers are a gift straight from hell. The dark energy around and inside me lines up with an ancient prophecy that tells the woeful tale of how I will destroy and/or rule the planet. Darkness will reign and there will be an unceasing night. The flames of Hell itself will crack through the surface and burn all existing life. Survivors will be kept as slaves and death is inevitable.

Now try telling that to a little girl of 8 years old who enjoyed skipping around the yard and making a bouquet of flowers for her mother. My parents told me about the prophecy after the flowers burst into flames while I held them in my hands. I was terrified as this was my first experience with my powers. My parents also thought it was a good time to explain the prophecy to me. Maybe they should have waited to tell me.

After that, I was tainted with thoughts of destruction and conquering those who would eventually be beneath me. As I got older, my powers became stronger and more advanced before I finally reached the age of 21.

This was supposed to be a grand celebration of happiness and excitement. Instead, I was chained and drug out from my confinement to address the council members who had gathered to discuss my fate. The chains sealed my powers, rendering them useless. 

My family stood off to the side and I saw them from my periphery. They were the only civilians who were allowed in the room besides the council members. Meanwhile, citizens waited outside in droves for an update on the situation. I was shoved in the center of the room by a hulking guard and the chains clanged loudly in the silence that filled the room. The council members were seated in a semi-circle and were shrouded by shadows.

I glanced at my family, a pang of hurt and sadness shooting through my heart. My mother looked pained but she also appeared fearful of me. My father spared me a look of disapproval and I sighed. Up until I was eight years old I had a great life with them. All I ever wanted was for them to accept me despite my powers.

Once my powers developed they treated me differently, as did I. I no longer saw them as my parents but as subjects. Everything and everyone around me would one day be mine. I own everything.

But here I am, locked away as a monster when I was destined to rule. Pathetic.

"(Y/N)," A deep voice echoed through the silent void. "We acknowledge that today is your 21st birthday. This is usually a time of celebration but in this case, it will be your damnation. The prophecy speaks of your powers and you are referenced as The Reaper. Your powers come from the depths of Hell itself and will cause the annihilation of our entire culture and planet. The council members and I have concluded that you are to be exiled from this place and that you will be banished for all eternity. Any portal you use to enter this world will be blocked."

"What of my powers?" I asked coldly, expecting the council to strip them from me as well.

"We care not about your powers as we are banishing you to a place called Earth. There are strong forces that reside there and we have notified them of your arrival. Whether you choose to fight them or not is for you to decide. Now, be gone!" The figure waved a hand in my direction and a swirling portal gaped open behind me. I felt it begin to pull me through as my hair whipped about my face. I tore my gaze up from the floor and stared at my parents. My mother had tears running down her face and my father had an arm protectively wrapped around her.

This would be the last time I would see them. This is how I would be remembered- as an agent of Hell determined to rule and destroy a planet. But then again, stories would be told of me and my power. My name, The Reaper, would be whispered about in corners and shadows. People will fear for my return if I were to ever find my way back here.

I gave my parents an evil grin before I threw my head back and laughed. Yes, I would return to this place and claim it as mine. It might take some time but ultimately, I would return. My laugh rang out through the space and my mother whimpered before burying her face in my father's chest.

The portal swallowed me and I felt myself tumbling through nothingness, eager to find what was waiting on the other side.