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Son of Void
Chapter Two: Finding her
We return to see the familiar visage of the man in the abyss watching Earth as the years go by, both quickly and painfully slow. He stopped a moment, focusing heavily into a specific spot. His vision changed as he pinpointed a spot on a beach, know as Montauk.
He saw a beautiful beach, where a woman sat enjoying the calming waves and salty air. Yet the man saw tears in the woman's eyes, she showed signs of grief and stress. He allowed his mind to enter the woman's, trying to see what had upset her so much. He saw that the woman's uncle, a man who had been cruel and unforgiving to her, had died from cancer. He had been the woman's last living relative, and she had taken the loss hard, trying to calm her heart and soul at the beach she loved to see. The man felt pity for her, yet he saw that she still had a very kind heart, as well as was very beautiful, her hair was spun like silk in the breeze, a beautiful shade of brown. Her eyes were a crystal blue, reminding the man of an uncut sapphire. Her large D-cup breasts were straining the thin grey shirt she wore, while she relaxed into the soft dune beneath her, the sand sticking to the tight jeans that barely restrained her rather large heart shaped ass.
He felt something approaching the woman from the sea, the familiar visage of the arrogant King of the Seas appearing in the tide. The man's eyes narrowed, he could see the lust in the god's eyes. He gently slipped into Poseidon's mind, his touch far too light for the god to feel in his distracted state, but recoiled in horror and disgust at the thoughts plaguing Poseidon's mind. Images of the god's various mortal 'conquests', many of whom had been unwilling and thrown away afterwards, were simply flowing through his mind, as well as a singular thought, to make this mortal woman his, in any way he pleased. The man felt anger and disgust for the god, before he pulled away from his mind as gently as he could in his anger, not alerting the god to his audience.
The man, after ridding himself of the desire to drag the god's essence into the void forever, tried to calmly decide what he needed to do. He had felt for the mortal woman, had seen the way the fates had toyed with her for their amusement, and wanted to save her from this. Yet he knew that the gods were incredibly vengeful and arrogant, they were never denied anything they wanted and wouldn't take kindly to such a thing happening now. Even as the man tried to make up his mind quickly his eyes snapped back to the mortal in horror. Poseidon had forgone his usual attempts at persuasion, and simply tried to hold the mortal down. The woman was kicking and screaming, fighting desperately to get away from the god, while yelling and begging anyone to help her. The man closed his eyes, his body shaking in fury, the void becoming even more chaotic around him, and made his decision.
The woman, who had been kicking and screaming the whole time, was now crying, as Poseidon had successfully ripped of her pants and shirt, leaving her in a simple pair of black panties and bra. Poseidon eyed her body hungrily, smirking in his self assured victory. Just as he went to grope her breasts, something grabbed him by the back of his collar, before throwing him face down into the sand a few feet away. He growled in anger, unbelieving that someone had dared to try to deny him his right to this pathetic mortal's body! He attempted to surge upward, but a force descended onto his back. It felt as if the sky had fallen onto him, holding him just as it held Atlas. He gritted his teeth, trying to push himself upward, but a loudboomsounded behind him, and he knew no more.
The woman looked up, having heard the sound of the gunshot so close to her, and saw a man standing over her, a black trench coat hiding most of himself. He turned, showing off an incredibly lean body, covered in an elegant three piece suit. His face, which mesmerized the woman for a few moments, was chiseled, yet pale. His eyes were the most interesting to her though, since the entirety of is eyes were black, both the sclera and the iris. He exuded an aura of comfort and protection, yet there was an undercurrent of danger to the man as well. The weapon in his hand seemed to be a normal 50 caliber Desert Eagle, yet the weapon was pure gold while the handle seemed to be a simple black plastic, yet one thing threw of the idea of it being a simple handgun. It had a strange black glow around it, as well as something written along the barrel, yet the woman couldn't get a good look at that.
The woman shivered, and the man's eyes softened as he looked at her, before he slowly put his gun away, showing no attempts to get closer to her. He then took of his trench coat, and offered it to the woman, who took it from him, murmuring a thank you, and wrapping around herself. The man sat down beside her, looking at her with concern.
"Are you alright, Miss?"
"Yes, I'm fine, thanks to you. My name is Sally, Sally Jackson." The woman, Sally, introduced herself, looking over to where, what she thought a dead body would be, but instead could only stare in awe as the body, already halfway through disintegrating, finished turning into silver dust. The last thing to disintegrate was what was left of Poseidon's neck, the head having been destroyed entirely by the man's single shot.
The man sighed, already knowing he would have to explain everything to her, yet hoping she would take it at least mildly well. "I'm sure you would like an explanation, and I will give you one, but may we go somewhere else to speak? I don't think we should stay here." Sally eyed the man, yet she could see that he was being nothing but genuine. She agreed warily, and led him back to her cabin, but asked him to stay outside while she redressed. A moment later, Sally allowed the man into her temporary home. The man took a seat in an offered chair, before look Sally in the eyes. "I will explain everything for you, but it will take a fair bit of time, so please do not interrupt me." He wait for a moment, seeing Sally nod resolutely, before taking a deep breath. "First of all, my name is Void, and I am the brother to Chaos, the creator of the universe as you know it..."
