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HIATUS - Taking Care Of The Enemy

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He didn't know how they became like this.

He didn't know how they ended up at his castle.

What he did know was that they were small, weak, and pathetic. They couldn't do much magic, and their memory was fuzzy. He could have slaughtered them all as they came before taking over the world like how he planned.

So why did he take them in and treat them kindly?

He normally wouldn't bat an eye at killing someone, but...

When it came to little versions of both the Greek and Egyptian pantheons from Camp Oasis...

He didn't lift a finger to harm them, much less his sword.

Perhaps he could raise them to be just like him... follow in his footsteps and help corrupt this pointless world. Even though the one who remembers doesn't fully trust him in all aspects, he could easily twist their mind and bring them to his cause.

So why did he want to raise them to stay good inside?

Why did he want to shield these sweet, innocent children from the horrors that are what he's done? What the 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘴 had done? What even they themselves had done, even with the best intentions in mind?

He didn't know.

He did know, though, that he was going to go on break from his evil plans.

Now, instead of a sword of darkness, he held a story-book.

Instead of battle armor fit for a god, he wore casual robes.

Instead of slaughtering millions, he sung lullabies for them.

Instead of his demonic appearance, he looked more kind, more human, and ethereal.

Instead of being the embodiment of entropy itself...

He became a caretaker.

And to his sworn enemies to top it all off.

His very small, very good, very cute, and very innocent sworn enemies that he loved to the moon and back a million times 'round.All Rights Reserved

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