in the stories you were told as a kid, there was always a happy ending with the hero getting the girl or beating his arch enemy. This isn't the case in real life, and so with this story, a brand new character won't be suddenly appearing to grant mystical powers. The hero will have to push himself to be better, just how it is in real life.

With that in mind, do try to enjoy

August 18, 1993, New York City

In New York City, in a small hospital that didn't earn enough money, was silence. The doctors had all gone home for the night except for a few who had paperwork to do. This silence was broken when a woman's scream cut through the emptiness like a hot knife through butter, but her screams were overlapped by the screeching cry of a newborn baby. Sally Jackson was a small woman, but tough, having gone through her dad walking out on her when she was 14, she'd grown accustomed to working to get by as her mother had died during childbirth. She was tough but she had never anticipated having a child. The reason for this is because she never wanted to leave a child like how her father left her when she was a girl, so she'd have relationships but never even think of having children. A person can be tough but they can never be prepared for emotional and physical trauma.

9 months before child's birth, Sally Jacksons apartment, New York City

Sally went through her normal routine, making herself cereal as it was only 9 am and she was hungry when she heard a knock on the door. After quickly checking her appearance in the mirror next to her door, she sported a confused look as she had no plans with anyone today, figuring it to be the landlord checking in on her. Unlocking and opening the door Sally saw an unholy sight, a roughly 7 ft man with shoulder length black hair covering most of his face, pronounced facial features with a defined jawline and cheekbones, plump lips set into an unsettling smile, his body was that of a warriors, compact but stocked with muscle, extremely lean with veins sticking out on his exposed forearms. He was wearing long black jeans with rips on the knees, black combat boots and a hoodie that stopped at his elbows, but the unholy part of him was his eyes, they expressed hell itself, a blood red iris with with black dots. This man was unlike anything Sally had ever seen before and she took a few steps back as he let himself into her apartment, her hand reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone as she tried to dial 911, but just as she finished the last 1 the man backhanded her into a wall, walking over to her barely conscious he ripped her pants he flashed her an insane smile. "My dear Sally, you will be a tool in the destruction of everything, I personally look forward to this part" with these chilling words he snapped his fingers causing her to be knocked unconscious.

Flashback over

As Sally relived this moment in her mind the doctor had already finished checking up on the baby stating nothing was out of the ordinary as he leant down and passed her the child born of rape and as she believed, the devil. Sally's love for children ended as soon as she saw the child, he may of been quite cute but in her mind he was nothing but a reminder of how weak she had been and how Satan had raped her. She glared down at the child with hate that only intensified to a boiling point as the boy opened his eyes, having identical eyes to his father. It disgusted Sally. She thought the only way to treat such devil spawn was with terrible beatings, and abuse.

This is maybe the only story that I plan to finish, my goal is to get past 50,000 words, and to get a true finish as I can see this as I story I could update daily, which I'll be trying my hardest to.

as always with new and old stories please do leave a review or a message with what way you want to see this story go, as it will be Greek mythology but monsters from different beliefs as well.