Thailog
Author's Note: This chapter takes place in the Goliath Chronicles episode: "Genesis Undone."
Manhattan, 2002
Goliath looks down at me, extreme sorrow and longing etched upon his beefy face. He is in pain for me, not wanting me to go. Not wanting me to die. I look at him, smiling, as I hand him the serum, courtesy of the spineless coward, Sevarius. I know that I could've easily taken it myself and be cured, but I also know that my life is over. I look at my father, and as oblivion approaches, I regret the choices I have made. It is flashing before my eyes even now as I say my final words to him. The Oil rig, where I attempted to destroy Goliath, Xanatos, Sevarius, and the human woman Maza. Paris, where I tricked both Demona and MacBeth into trying to kill each other, for the sake of my own vast wealth. The Carnival, where the gargoyles met their clones, and I ended up "dying" in the resulting fire.
I survived, obviously.
Not that it matters now. I am dying for real this time. Nothing, not science, not sorcery, could save me. I see that now. Congratulations, Goliath, your "son" won't be around much longer. I doubt you'll miss me much, after all the things I did to you.
It's incredible. For the first time in my life, which is ending now, I feel more love for my father now then I did when I was alive. I'm already dead, and yet, I have no ill will towards Goliath. Not anymore. Bitter irony. I try to kill my father and his clan for my own survival. But now that I am dying, I care for them.
Oh god. Eternity is flashing before me. I can see oblivion approaching. Goliath is staring at me. It all seems to be turning gray. The pitied expression. The tears rolling down his cheeks. The apparent sorrow in his features. Everything. It's all over for me.
But I know that with my passing, they will go on.
And that alone is enough for my soul to rest in peace.
I smile at him for the last time, as stone forms over my eyes and I fade away. Goliath is gone now, replaced with a long tunnel, and at the end of that tunnel, a light illuminates my surroundings. Except for the light, there is darkness all around me, and it is growing deeper, more suffocating.
The darkness...
Coming Soon: Demona
Author's Note: This chapter takes place in the Goliath Chronicles episode: "Genesis Undone."
Manhattan, 2002
Goliath looks down at me, extreme sorrow and longing etched upon his beefy face. He is in pain for me, not wanting me to go. Not wanting me to die. I look at him, smiling, as I hand him the serum, courtesy of the spineless coward, Sevarius. I know that I could've easily taken it myself and be cured, but I also know that my life is over. I look at my father, and as oblivion approaches, I regret the choices I have made. It is flashing before my eyes even now as I say my final words to him. The Oil rig, where I attempted to destroy Goliath, Xanatos, Sevarius, and the human woman Maza. Paris, where I tricked both Demona and MacBeth into trying to kill each other, for the sake of my own vast wealth. The Carnival, where the gargoyles met their clones, and I ended up "dying" in the resulting fire.
I survived, obviously.
Not that it matters now. I am dying for real this time. Nothing, not science, not sorcery, could save me. I see that now. Congratulations, Goliath, your "son" won't be around much longer. I doubt you'll miss me much, after all the things I did to you.
It's incredible. For the first time in my life, which is ending now, I feel more love for my father now then I did when I was alive. I'm already dead, and yet, I have no ill will towards Goliath. Not anymore. Bitter irony. I try to kill my father and his clan for my own survival. But now that I am dying, I care for them.
Oh god. Eternity is flashing before me. I can see oblivion approaching. Goliath is staring at me. It all seems to be turning gray. The pitied expression. The tears rolling down his cheeks. The apparent sorrow in his features. Everything. It's all over for me.
But I know that with my passing, they will go on.
And that alone is enough for my soul to rest in peace.
I smile at him for the last time, as stone forms over my eyes and I fade away. Goliath is gone now, replaced with a long tunnel, and at the end of that tunnel, a light illuminates my surroundings. Except for the light, there is darkness all around me, and it is growing deeper, more suffocating.
The darkness...
Coming Soon: Demona