CHAPTER 13: CHRISTIAN

I slipped into a dreamlike state, no longer bond. Stuck in a white room with a voice calling onto him and the voice of my grandfather (Zeus) filled the silence. This was neither the time for him to reach out to me but he did. Strongest when people were weak, pathetic. He needs to escape form here in order to go back to my Zoe, he had the audacity to call out again.

"What!"

I yelled out, anger colliding mounting curiosity.

"You need to prevent the war from happening, your father-"

Decided I have had enough I stopped him anxiety rushing the parts where he did not give a fuck. Preventing the war was in fact a responsibility he never wanted and protecting his 'precious' project was something an abomination like him would never sign up for.

"What about my father?!"

I taunted, did he fear dad's wrath, darkness or his madness? He made his sons the way they turned out, against each other and in constant distaste as to how each was raised. What did he want from me? There is no way was I going to involve myself in such matters, I gave up trying to belong in any of the world's many years ago.

"The road he wishes to take is one with no way back, the dark-"

I made a choice to interrupt him again this time feeling this conversation was a useless to him than eternal damnation.

"You made him this! You abandoned him! His evil? Well then you were the source of it."

I started pacing because I was frustrated and now speaking to a titan that abandoned his own son to the fruits of humanity.

"It was your creation made him lose his humanity, angelically, whatever! You dammed his soul and made him the ruler of hell where you disregard souls that are not to your satisfaction in Olympus. Now you expect him to listen when you cast him out of paradise without listening to him? You made him the monster you fear the world will see, make Michael watch over me because you fear the horror I have the potential of being!"

He probably looks crazy arguing with entity that died over thousand years ago but still runs the world he oppresses.

"Like father like son? You were his father and in his darkest time you left. You fell asleep in anger. You are the biggest hypocrite I have had the displeasure of knowing."

I raged all of the words I wished were said, amplified my grief over losing my family and wondering the condition of my fated. I was tired of being strong, I roared my anguish a song beautiful for broken people, I cried for being born to lose the people I love. My tears would never be of weakness but the desired satisfaction of lashing out at the person humans cried out too blind.

"My grandson. I apologies all that you have gone through and I understand you have little to no reason to believe me. Your Alexandria is alive and she is damming herself with her associations, I consider her a daughter so I am truly worried. If the war happens then you really would lose your mother and this time it would be for real."

The feathers darkening, death, pending wars and his father. What clouded his mind most was Zoe and how she is doing, if she's woken.

"Don't worry about your fated, she is healed."

The voice faded in the background and I shot up. Connected to her I pleaded she wake, telepathically with her spiritually holding her hand.

Aibek entered the room with a trey of food and water, and when he noticed my consciousness he bowed as a sign of respect.

"Loosen these ropes, I have to go somewhere and I need Loralei to help me."

The confidence and demand assured his compliance, taking a shower to steal my resolve. Completely dressed when Loralei entered the room she squealed and I allowed her to hug my exhausted frame.

"Loralei, I need you to stop my heart."

Her smile dropped and tears welled as well as her confusion. Her eyes arched in pain as well as panic but I quickly stopped her before she makes it a big deal.

"It is temporary, nine minutes to be precise then resuscitate me."

Certain that my favor was not an explanation, I took a deep breath in and released it with a huff. Grateful they were not used to asking questions when he was serious or had his mind made up.

"I am going to talk to my father."

Her eyes widened and she quickly agreed but sadly our reunion, would not a get-together. She laid me back on the bed and I closed my eyes and she sang me a song that would kill me.

Honestly speaking, hell wasn't that bad. I mean if you were visiting, these tormented souls begged for death. Humans that were there the longest now are cold, pale and the stench enough to burn nostrils. They lips cracked and skin already started the process of decaying, time in hell clearly broke them. Contrary to what people believe you can die in death, but those souls deserved to stay that way. No empathy can be given to sinners, the most hideous outlaws were in this part of hell the rest given a second chance to which they failed to redemption.

Father's demons waiting for them to confess they sins during creative methods of torture took play. The grim ripper starving for more souls as many begged for more chances to deaf ears. Time in hell was slower, adding a sense of madness to its prisoners. None knew the time of day, when they next torture will commence but sadly I found it pointless to punish souls already dead.

Entering the kingdom of a different more dark version of Eden where his father constantly relives the worst fall to eternal damnation. This garden here just served as a reminder of all that he lost trying to prove, humans are faulted creatures and my father never took time to regret his curiosity. He shrugged not at all interested in the past they couldn't change and to look forward to what they can, protecting his fated bound. I walked to the large, dark castle I followed my senses that lead me to Lucifer my father.