Open the window...let the moonlight shine through...
"Sullivan."
"what." I muttered, I felt my eyes open, I wasn't aware they were closed. he doesn't think I'm human? that's nonsense. I was born human. my father is human. right? I mean, there's no other explanation? I can't be like him. whatever he is. I am not like them. what the hell is he on? some sick joke.
that song, why did that come to my mind all of a sudden.
"did you hear what I said?"
"no shit. what the hell do you mean you don't think I'm human." I growled out. he fell silent.
"it's a hunch." he muttered, "I guess that would explain why your body didn't reject my power. humans wouldn't be able to sustain me. They'd die almost instantly..."
die? what is he talking about...? he was willing to risk my life with no regard and move on to the next host? he's a fucking parasite.
"but, I'm not sure what you would be. you could be a god, a demi-god, or a nymph. hell, even a fairy. but if you were a god, what would you be the god of? and who are your parents?"
"..." this isn't making sense, what the fuck is he rambling about. and my parents? I'm a fucking orphan! I don't know my parents! the only parent I had was murdered in cold blood by a psychopath, kinda the reason we're here. "will you shut up!" I couldn't help the growl in my voice. "I'm not here to figure out your fucking fairytale. I'm here to get rid of that fucker."
"idiot." he growled back, "shut your mouth for two seconds. that man IS a part of my 'fairytale' he'll snap you in half without a second thought. that man is a monster. a monster I've been chasing for years! he is committing mass genocide on my people! and now you might be a target if you aren't human. do you understand now? no matter how you spin this. we need to figure out who you are."
no words. so, is he saying I'm a... thing like him? what the hell is he. what the hell does this mean.
"do you want to see what he's capable of? with that knowledge will you FINALLY listen to me and take this seriously?"
"see? how could you possibly show me."
"my castle...I suppose, I have to speak up now. if you are indeed one of my own."
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now were here. the city's monument. the castle of the king. it's as big as you'd imagine. tall beautiful walls, high ceilings, gigantic chandlers. long hallways that lead nowhere. tall doors and extravagant furniture. privileged brat. he radiates the energy.
"where the hell am I going."
"up the stairs, to the double doors. my library is in there. I can look for something to help us out." I nodded and started down the halls. portraits, so many...a man with pale skin, dark hair and eyes but his eyes are soft, kind maybe? but they're hiding something. The woman next to him was cold. she had icy white hair and chilling purple eyes. she looked innocent, soft, naive. but her eyes were heard and cold. she knew things, I'm sure this whole castle knew things. in between them was a kid. a baby. they had a child. I wonder where he is.
I pushed the door open and fanned away the thin layer of air borne dust. "for a king you are very untidy."
"oh sorry, not like I can clean while dead. go to the office in the back." I scoffed and headed towards the back. of course, like the rest of the castle the library was grand. rows and rows and rows of tall shelves, tons of dusty old books. I wonder if he's read all of them, were in an era of peace, I wouldn't be surprised if he slacked her and read tons of books. wait, no he said this man was killing his kind? how far does this damn rabbit hole go?
"in the back. there should be a key taped under my desk." I blinked and looked down at the knob. I twisted it open and pushed the door open. the office was dark, I felt my body stiffen. I can't move. I felt my hands beginning to tremble. no, not now. I'm fine... breathe. please just breathe. forcing myself to move forward I slipped in the room. my feet shuffle across the ground until I bumped into the desk, searching for a match and a lamp I hurriedly lit it.
breathe, you're ok.
I grabbed the key as told and opened the bottom drawer, the only one with a key hole. What am I looking for exactly? taking a kneel and grabbing the contents in the drawer I looked through the files. "what am I looking for."
"there should be a small book in there, it classifies all the different species known on the planet."
"hm." I grabbed the book and flipped through it. typical humans, animal species but toward the end is where it gets messy. fairies? nymphs? gods. demi-gods? what the hell.
"go to the end. there should be a section. let me see. move the eye patch." I sighed doing so, pulling my hair out of my face. "considering your dark demeanor, pale appearance and core personality traits you're a moon creature. but of what species?" he was rambling again. I could feel my eyes drifting over the page but I had no idea what I was reading. another out of body experience. "damn... ok you aren't a mage. impossible. not a fairy. you aren't... well you are kind of short..."
"oi."
"hm, you have to be in the same league as us... Sullivan, I think you're a god... maybe a demi-god."
a god? me? that's a laugh.
"you must be..." he clicked his tongue and shifted his eyes around the room, "there has got to be something... something in here... think. you're in your library. you have every book in here." I felt my body slowly stand then stumble forward and check the books. I could see, hear, feel. but I wasn't in control. am I taking the backseat right now? has he always been able to do this to me? I noticed so many old dusty web covered books, some in English and old English and most in different languages all together, some familiar and others not. "maybe..." he picked up a heavier but thin book, he flipped the pages until it was parted directly down the middle. I couldn't help the small wince as blood trickled off my finger.
"what are you doing...?"
"D.N. A test. this is the only kit I got from him. its dated but it gets the job done. now we wait." he mused while closing the book. I stared down at it, if I was like him, does that mean... my real parents are alive? is this a sign? would I be able to find them? if I'm like him... then who am I?
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"Scotus Qut, son of Selene Moonshine and Obsidian Qut. you're a primordial god of darkness. how ironic." he spoke, everything was moving so fast, the world was spinning slowly but I felt nauseous. breathing became harder and jagged. I'm not human? how is that even possible? Scotus? who even is that? well he's me but that picture isn't me.
"T-that's not me..."
"Not yet." he responded
"Not yet? what does that mean?" I couldn't take my eyes off the picture. he was me, but a me I never thought I'd see. he held a scythe, he had bright fierce eyes and long dark hair stood with such a force to him, around him was a pile of bodies and the moon shining bright behind him the gold remints of a crown I believe to be above his head.
that isn't me, hell I can't even walk into a darkened room without falling apart and gasping for air, how the hell am I the god of it? a god, how am I a god? what does that even mean... does this mean he's one too? no. he said he's a demon and I know demons can't be gods. Gods are good? he wasn't good. at least, I don't think he is. he wants to help me murder someone after all? I'm not good either, but I'm a god? but he's justified? he said the man was committing genocide? on who? gods? he said his kind...
the room was spinning. I felt myself leaning forward and grasped the desk as hard as I could, I couldn't stop staring at that picture. that isn't me... it can't be. he's got to be joking. pulling my leg. being an asshole. I'm human. I have always been-
wait. did he know? did father know? is that why he said I'm special... is that why I'm so exotic? And... the birth defects. I moved my hand to my hair and looked back at the pictures, my fingers pressed to the tufts of pinned down hair there, his were cat ears. does that mean that's what these are? father said it was just extra hair... did he know?
"what does that mean? Sullivan, it should be obvious. you're like me. well, half. you're a demi-god. I know your mother. she's the Greek moon goddess. gods kid, there is so much you don't know and so much you have to learn. hell, I didn't even know Selene had a lover. let alone a child."
"wait... so... my... this woman. is she alive?"
"of course. without her the moon cycle in Greece would be completely destroyed. same thing with Helios and Eos. all gods serve a function and have a job. if they don't do that job it slacks and if it slacks too much the world begins to fall apart." that makes sense. I know a small amount of 'god history' mythology?
"and what are you. are you a god?"
"more or less."
"what are you the god of?..." I questioned, don't know why. I know I wouldn't get an answer.
"we should get going. we've been here too long. we need to get you trained. now that you are confirmed. you are a secret weapon. I can finally get rid of that pest for good. and my people will be safe. and hey. maybe you'll learn more about your heritage."
"..." I felt my body moving once more, grabbing books and placing them in a bag. but I couldn't focus. no after that. how could you? living 18 years of your life thinking you're one thing then boom, all of it was a lie. I could hear him talking but I couldn't make out the words. everything seemed automated, sounds were distant, the lights were blurry and the scenes were smeared. it felt so unreal. what do I do now? what are my responsibilities? who are my parents? and why didn't they want me?... is she the one who taught me that song...?
I didn't even realize I was standing outside, a bag in hands, the streets were clear up here. you get a perfect view of the city from here. maybe it's even blander than I thought. compared to the castle, even in shambles and dirt.
how many of you are actually human?