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Not All Is What It Seems
by Shinigami and Voxx

-Prologue-

The wails of a newborn baby echoed in the stone room as the War God looked down at the demon he had chosen to bear his third son. He felt pride as he saw the child looked like him, only tan instead of blood red. The gravely voice of a young teen spoke. "Father, a new brother? Why?"
 

The war god gave the teen a sideways glance with his cold, burning blood red eyes. "For reason's you have no need in knowing."

To the two teenage demi-gods a new brother was just the worst thing to happen. Now it meant more problems to flow their way. They listened as the child was named then sighed as they were ordered to their duties upon the surface of their father's created planet, Mars.

"My young Throttleinixus, you will be great one day," the God's advisor and healer said as he spoke softly to the baby in the magnificent carved and gemstone embedded crib. The gemstones in the crib seemed to glow with the advisor-healers words. This was a sign, a sign of what, even the War God did not know yet.

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Blood, it was everywhere.

And it made It hit the rat harder and more viciously.

Blood dripped from the stone walls next to him. It seemed to of hit the rat a bit too hard and vicious as he felt his fist rip clear through. A smirk that could have chilled anyone to the bone spread across the face and it pulled It's fist back, bringing it up to It's face and licking the blood off of the hand.

To anyone who would of seen It, the person would have died in shock. It smirked again as It ripped out the throat of It's victim. It seemed to revel in the blood, loving every moment of feeling the warm and slightly sticky red liquid flow over It's hands and down It's throat. It was about to go for another piece of the cooling body when It heard the rustles of three pairs of small feet.

"Geblüt, can we go home now? We're tired," said three young voices in unison, hoping that 'Geblüt' would not get angry with them. They knew full well what could happen if they angered him.

Geblüt stared at them. "Soon brats," he growled. His growl made the three small 'children' cower slightly. They did not want to have Geblüt loose his temper over something trivial, so they just stood and watched as he went about ripping up the rest of the now cold body, hoping that someone would come along to get him to leave soon. Their wish was answered as the War God appeared in view, having the three small children in front of him.

"Geblüt! You were supposed to of returned hours ago!" came the enraged voice.

"So?" came the gruff answer as Geblüt licked his fingers and gave the War god a bloody smirk. The smirk just enraged the War God more so the answer that slipped from said God's mouth halted Geblüt easily.

"You will be punished."

With those words said, the War God picked up the three little children and vanished back to the stone hide-a-way.

"Fuck!" The word was heard as Geblüt kicked the dead corpse. "Just great!"

Geblüt's cursing was not unheard though. A low chuckle sounded out and the sound of leather hitting stone caught attention. "Well well, little brother got in trouble with Daddy. How pathetic," came the gravely voice from atop a stone wall.

"And he even managed to piss Father off even further," a cold feminine voice spoke. She was one of the two sisters. Geblüt would of spoke but a blinding light erupted to the north and a wave of angelic power swept over. Geblüt and his brother and sister screamed in pain as all went black and they were buried in various items, only to be released when the time came.

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The twisted red glass that had been made from the pressured red sand was glowing as the three youngsters stood around it, pouring their power into it, hoping to awake it. They had missed Geblüt but would never admit it. Now they were releasing him, he would need to be there, the plan their father had carved out for Geblüt needed to be followed.

A bright flash blinded the three and it took several seconds for them to regain their vision. Geblüt lay in the red martian sand, naked as the day he was born. All three covered their eyes as they waited for him to awake, not really wanting to see what adult males looked like with no clothing. They did not wait long as Geblüt groaned then sat up, noticing the three youngsters immediately. He laughed at their act of preserving their seemingly innocent minds before he stood up and clapped his hand over the back of the young boy's head.

"What year?" he spoke gruffly, his voice hoarse from unknown years of not using.

"It is a long time from the last time we saw you, Geblüt. We do not know the year, we were left in the world of sleep for so long," the three answered together, hoping that their brother would not be angry with them.

The Geblüt nodded at their words. "How is this planet going? Any evolutions I should know about?"

"There is a war beginning brother. Father wants you to join a band known as the Freedom Fighters," said the first of the two little girls.

"Yes, you are to join the war. But we also must tell you that you need a name that will not make these mortals suspicious," came the voice of the second little girl.

"A new name?" It asked, eyeing the three. "Besides, what father wants, where are the others?"

"The name Geblüt will cause suspicion, brother," spoke up the little boy in answer to Geblüt's first question. The two little girls walked up to their older brother and took his hands.

"Father never let us wake the others. He wants you to join the war and help win it away from the creatures threatening to steal the planet away," the two little girls said as they gave him their sweetest looks.

"I figured that Geblüt would attract unwanted attraction," It said, looking thoughtful. The advisor appeared and spoke.

"Perhaps, Young Throttleinixus, you can be named Throttle?"


A nod from Geblüt was all that was needed. New clothes appeared on the handsome body of the demi-god and the scenery had changed. Geblüt, now using the name Throttle, could see martians scrambling about. He smirked evilly before changing his eyes from a burning blood red to a lighter red. The plan was beginning.