HATE- THE MOTHER OF LOVE

The evil twin..? Haha

                 Daniel

I'm gradually pissed off and it's already an hour since my father left. "His majesty", had tried giving me a fucking lecture, but in the end an argument had erupted, with me looking at him, and of course getting some stupid punishment, or rather, an almost death sentence. Almost, because it's a choice of the spirits, whether you die or not. I know you're like duuh, we all can look at our daddys, but no. Not mine.

See my dad is some sort of minor god. God of what, I'm not really sure. All I know is that he descends from Kratos, son of Phallas and styx, and he had an affair with Tisiphone, goddess of destruction and vengeance, and that's how we came to be. An affair which led him to be banished in this crappy hell hole, together with us.

Again, I'm the least important in the " royal family", being the 2nd twin, with completely useless powers. How the fuck does influencing the weather become tagged under powers. The only thing I can do, outside this place of course, is bring forth rain, make it snow, then back to warm in a matter of minutes.

Oh, and I also got Gaia powers. Some shit about the earth mother, but I've never witnessed them in action. It's like our powers have lives of their own, like they choose when to operate within you, at their own convenient time. My Gaia powers were the only thing that ever made my brother get jealous of me. It's like everyone knows their significance, that is, apart from me. I haven't seen them in action so I don't know how useless....Or useful they can be.

Speaking of which, that fucked up brother of mine is the reason I'm going to be this year's sacrificial lamb. See, every year, a sacrifice is offered to the spirits of the gods that are long dead, to keep them from thinking they have been forgotten. One person is usually chosen to go to the sacred place where their spirits were released into the magical aura, which is some form of ring on the earth, and pour unicorn Blood round it.

What I hate most about these sacrifices, is knowing that a unicorn somewhere had died for the blood to be found. That a magnificent creature had died to satisfy some old spirits, still manages to anger me, let alone that I am going to be offering that same blood this time round.

I look up to the door separating my chamber from the rest of the world as I wish that I could just curse out my father and tell him to go do it himself. But seeing as I have no useful powers I can use in defense right now, that would mean an instant trip to chaos(which means emptiness or nothingness). As much as I hate my life right now, spending an aeon being nothing(which I already am), isn't something am going to give my father the satisfaction of doing to me. I decided long ago that if I was ever to be wiped out, it would be for a cause worthy enough to suffer for.

I reflect back on Nathan's look of astonishment and fury after I had defied him and Father actually sided with me. Just thinking of how I had gotten under his skin brings a smile to my lips. That look alone makes this punishment worth it. Speaking of which, I should be getting ready for the fucking sacrifice not getting lost in my thoughts. Oh yeah, I actually forgot to mention that the sacrifice was happening tonight. My bad. (Sigh).

After about 2 hours of preparation, am ready to go, which I would've been an hour and 50 minutes ago, were it not for the fact that I had received a report from the elders of sacrifices, who ran things in that area, that I was supposed to soak in eucalyptus oil. Why? The fucking reason, is to do as am told if I want to come back alive.

Finally, I walk through a large crowd that has formed near the forbidden gates (yes, you read correctly, we have forbidden gates) and immediately murmurs erupt. I know they are probably disapproving of the lord's son, but I don't care anymore. I will do what I have to, then go back to my everyday life (if that's what you would call mine).

"Do you remember the instructions or do I have to go over them again? " Some elder asks, while handing me a goblet. I know what is inside and I don't want to risk getting sick in front of everyone here simply because of thinking about what that animal had to have gone through.

"I'm not deaf, so yeah, I heard you clearly the first time. Go through the gates, head to the glowy thing I see on the ground, pour the blood round it, don't look inside the aura,...anything I've forgotten?"  I ask trying to keep my voice cool. All I wanna do is get all this done with so I can go back to not associating with most of these creatures.

The elder shakes his head as he mumbles under his breath. He then turns to open the gates, and from my peripheral view, I can see Nathan looking at me. The look he has on his face pretty much says he hopes I don't ever come out of this gates again. Idiot.

The gates open with a loud creak and everyone steps back as I move forward, feeling a little nervous. The gates are closed as soon as I'm inside. I try concentrating in the dark, trying to find any glowing thing, and after several minutes, am finally able to locate a faint glow about thirty feet from where am standing.

I move quickly, and find the glowing aura. I make sure not to step inside it, as I go round pouring the blood, while cursing whoever killed the poor creature.

I am almost done, when something starts nagging at the back of my head, asking me to take a look into the aura. I dismiss this as a test of some kind, and finish what I had come here to do. It is only when I finish pouring the blood, that I remember I've always been a rebel, and thus curious to know what was inside an aura. So I decide to sneak a peek. Anyway, since I won't ever come here again, better make some memories, right?

When I look in the aura, of course I see nothing. Am starting to smile at the stupidity of the creatures beyond the gate, when I see something start to form. It is blurry at first, and I can't fathom what it is. So I move closer to try and figure out what it is, only to remember and quickly look down. Shit, I'm inside the aura. I look up and the image is now crystal clear.

The sight of it is enough to shock me, and that is saying something because I'm not shocked by anything. Not even my god of a father.

It's her, the woman from my dreams. I'm yanked out of my shock when the image moves, so that her eyes lock with mine. The deepest of any blue I've ever seen in eyes. When I see the smile forming on her face, I know I will not get out of here alive.