Prompt: God, Death, Murder (All taken from The Ultimate Fanfic Challenge 200 Prompts)

Setting: A universe in which Cam takes his betrayal and ascension to being mer-king a little more... seriously. Similar to canon, but with a 'charmingly twisted' version of Cam.

Rating: T

Pairings: Cam x The Trident (Not even sure if I'm kidding this time)

Warnings: Blood, Cam being a crazy little human boy, badly timed Lord of the Rings references, and God-complexes. In all honesty I'm not a fan of this ff, but hey-ho, aiming to update this at least once every two days so *flings ff and flees*

Recommended Listening: The Devil Within - Digital Daggers

N.B: Author's note at the bottom, which anyone inclined towards M rated fanfictions for Mako Mermaids may be interested in reading.

God, Death, & Murder

Cam heard the stories from Nixie.

They'd sat together on the pier, on the beach, in the café, wherever, and she'd told him all about the trident, all about the slaughter. It was how she'd reasoned what she was doing, telling Cam that she didn't have any choice but to trust him. She wasn't trying to be cruel to him, she was just trying to reassure herself that betraying all those she held close was the right thing to do.

So, really, Cam was just following her lead. She'd betrayed everyone before him. She was the one who had fed him the stories.

It was the trident that had once brought an entire race of people to their knees, so to speak. Mermaids might not have knees, but they sure could be forced down into submission. It was the trident that possessed the power to allow its master to rule not only the sea, but the land too. A weapon that commanded the seas, that could summon winds of immeasurable strength, and could kill a man stone dead simply by someone willing it.

Blood had stained the ocean red. Generations had lived and died knowing only fear and chaos. Hell on earth had been witnessed and there was no escaping it or the memories.

It was the trident that stored the power. It was its master that could put it to good use.

And so really, what had Nixie expected him to do? Keep this god-like weapon stuffed away in a locker, untouched and unused? What would the Greeks have thought, were Poseidon to have hidden his Trident away and never dared touch it? What would the Earth-Shaker have been, were he to have cowered away in fear when faced with his own destructive powers?

That was the difference between a mortal and a god, or so Cam had decided. Men and gods were often the same in their appetites for blood, for lust and for material wealth. The only difference was that a god did not question the use of power, did not shy away from it. A god knew how to use what opportunities were presented to them and how to exploit them.

Maybe, perhaps, somewhere along the way Cam had lost it a bit. Adrenaline rushing through his body, coursing through his veins, he giggled. He supposed that, were someone to walk in on him, they might think him a little bit mad. But then what would they know? They were only mortal.

The thing was, what he'd done had been a necessary evil. It had to be done. If he wanted to succeed in his newfound destiny, he really didn't have a choice.

See, what they, the others, had never realised was that he was always there, watching. In their eyes he was just Cam, simple, human, helpless Cam. No powers, no desirable traits, no tail. Yet he'd always been there, trailing them about, waiting and watching. There's a lot to be said for perceptiveness.

In all his days and weeks and months of watching, Cam had realised one thing. Even if he had the Trident, locked away in his locker as promised to Nixie, they'd never let him use it. There were four of them, five if you included Mrs. Santos. Five of them, all with powers, most with those damned moon rings, and all of them would want to stop him. If he met them at sea, in the ocean or in the moon pool, he knew he could not win.

And so he'd chosen a different battleground. He would bid goodbye to his humanity the traditional way, by fighting his last battle there on land.

Initially, when he'd first realised this he'd been disgusted with himself and had very nearly abandoned all hope for his plan. Back then he'd still been human, still questioned the true value of raw, unbridled power.

Over time, however, it had eaten away at him. It hid in the little things, like Zac blaming for him for things beyond his control. Nixie rejecting him. Every time the mermaids had told him to stay out of it, as if he meant nothing at all because he wasn't one of them, wasn't a member of the merfolk. Each little detail had added to the contempt, built upon the growing feeling of resentment that continued to fester, turning violent.

Zac returning the trident had nearly driven him to do it there and then. The fact that he couldn't make Zac see the importance of the trident meant that in that moment he knew that he, Cam the human, was going to have to be the one to do the deed. Zac was no longer relevant.

Eventually, he couldn't see why he hadn't seized the trident at the very first opportunity presented to him. He vaguely recalled the sensation of friendship and loyalty towards Zac, and that innocent, curious interest in the mermaids. No longer, however. No longer could he remember how to experience such feelings. It felt as if his mind and heart had been reprogrammed, as if he'd changed species already. He felt as though he had the heart and mind of a god.

And so, on that evening, before the full moon came, he had fought his final battle before ascension. They'd all come so willingly, knowing that he possessed the trident. He'd told them all different things. I think I've found something. We're all in danger. I want to give the trident back. Whatever he had to say to make them come, and like lambs to the slaughter they had followed.

They lay around him now, his friends. Collateral damage.

Nixie, Lyla and Sirena were all sporting their tails. No water had caused the transformation this time, although fluid lay around them in thick, dark pools. Cam preferred them this way, for clothed as scantily as they were in their bikini tops and tails, their midriffs were exposed. It allowed for his handiwork to be admired on full display, the angry gashes across their stomachs contrasting nicely to their skin tone.

Zac remained human, for it seemed that death had brought with it the end to his powers. He lay face down, stabbed far too symbolically in the back so that there was a red circle staining his shirt. Whatever part remained of the old Cam, it was glad not to be able to see his face.

Zac had arrived last, entering to find his three mermaid girlfriends butchered upon the floor. Cam had allowed him enough time to take it all in before striking, moving swiftly in to ram the weapon up through his flesh, connecting with his spinal chord to paralyse him. His death had been a good one; he'd grunted upon the wound's infliction, and then fell noisily onto his face, no elegance in it. Cam had found a certain satisfaction in that fact.

Dearly beloved, they had gathered there that day in the Ocean café. With the door shut, Cam was stood amongst them, admiring his handiwork. Evening was setting in outside, the sky inky black and the air cold. In the distance, the noises of the city were fast-paced and loud, for it seemed that someone somewhere was having a jovial celebration. Cam couldn't have chosen a better time for it added an electric excitement to the air, bringing the night alive, driving his pulse faster. He stood alive and victorious, exuding life and breathing heavily, surrounded by the still and lifeless bodies of his friends. Who was helpless now?

The one thing he hadn't been expecting was the blood. Of course he'd been expecting there to be blood, he wasn't an idiot like they had all presumed, but he'd never anticipated it to be so… prone to spattering. It wasn't just pooled around the corpses as all the television shows and films depicted it.

The blood had spread everywhere. It had cascaded into the air and patterned every available surface, spraying the walls, the counters, the tables, the chairs; if it existed, the blood had touched it. Cam had streaks of it lining his face, one intersecting with his lips so that if he sucked on them gently a rustic tang would fill his mouth. It stained his hands, his clothes, and it drenched his hair, dying his blonde locks a gaudy orange-red.

Oh, but this was how it was meant to be. His first sacrifice to his new one true god; himself.

He giggled again. It felt good- no, it felt better than good. It was sensational, his body, mind and soul all in total ecstasy as the hormones in his blood gave him a natural chemical high.

Clutched in his hand was the murder weapon itself, its three prongs coated with blood, and flesh too where it had caught on the spikes. The trident, wetted with its very first victory. It hadn't required powers or a tail, just the basic human ability to spill blood and end life, humanity's most ferocious instinct.

Looking around at his fallen past companions, Cam smiled, slowly but with truly satisfied, deep-set malice. Now no one stood in his way.

Now, he would rule, not as a king, but as a god. One merman to rule them all.

A/N: My first attempt at a psycho-orientated fanfiction, so apologies if it wasn't really your thing.

On another note, which admittedly makes Cam seem a little less like the centre of the universe, I'm intending on starting another one-shot collection to run along side this. This collection will be for M rated fanfiction, since I want to keep this collection's rating at T and under. Unlike this one, however, this new collection shall not be solely Cam-centric.

I will be doing a one-shot M rated fanfiction for each of the seven deadly sins, Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy, and Pride. If anyone has any pairings they would like done under a certain sin, or just written in general, please pm me or say so in a review. They can include Cam, or be entirely Cam-free. Any orientation or even number of people involved is fine.

As always, any feedback or commentary on this collection of madness will be cherished and adored :)