The Children of War

(This book features similar Greek themes and names but they do not represent the actual mythologies)

We were created by the humans to destroy their own dream being, the Gods they had created. Winged humans with powers unknown to any mortal being. We were created to defeat these Gods, created to be weapons for the entirety of our lives.

We are needed because of humanity's own mistake. They created the Gods to fight in their wars, to beat their enemies and destroy those that refused to submit to them. A human caused the downfall of the first god, Zeus. The fall of Zeus lead to the downfall of the rest of the first God's to be successfully born.

Once these gods began to reproduce after going insane their children followed suit, having been born unstable from the start. Unlike the Saviors who were born and bred to be the destruction to the Gods, the children made from these Gods lacked the mental stability that came with a controlled environment.

Fifty years after the failure of the God project the Saviors were born, brought into the world to stop the end of humanity and to destroy the only threat bigger than humanity itself. The first born son was stained with the blood of his mother, his mostly human carrier unable to bear his existence into the world as she died after his birth. With his blood soaked wings he became Bellum, the Savior of War. Next came Mors, the Savior of Death. Victorum and Fames came after, the Saviors of Victory and Famine. Together they were the Four Horsemen of the apocalypse, drudged up from legends told in quiet nights to children.

We are a unit of specialized officials. We were born here in this lab, brought here in this life to be the warriors of this world. We were born with the power to kill the Gods.

But do we belong here?
If we were created in this world only to destroy, do we have another purpose? Do we exist only to kill, or can we too find a reason to live?

Where do we belong?