Finding Out Your Heritage

"...Are you being serious, mom?" I asked, my throat all of a sudden feeling dry and constrictive, "This isn't a joke, right?" I looked around, fruitlessly looking for hidden cameras. But alas, it was indeed, fruitless.

My mother, a beautiful Japanese woman, with straight black hair, and green eyes that seemed to shine a toxic green. She was rather tall for a Japanese person, at around 5'11" but it only really added to her charm. She'd probably look weird if she were shorter as well - she was curvy and whatnot, and if she were shorter, she'd probably look fat or something.

But right now, that beautiful mother, looked sorrowfully at me, her hands holding up her head that was leaning over the table. Her hands grabbed and lightly pulled at her black hair and she seemed to be mumbling something, her green eyes flickering with volatile emotions.

Seeing her not answer me, I lightly placed a hand on her shoulder and shook her. With a slight jump, she looked up at me, and I could see what that emotion was:

Despair.

But it quickly disappeared, replaced by an unconditional love that warmed my heart. Though the heart ache was still in her eyes. She brought a hand up and stroked my chin before her shaky voice came out, "It's begun, Erik. Your father's blood is awakening inside of you," she said before standing up and wiping at her eyes.

I just sat there, confused and a little bit annoyed.

Confused, because from what I know, my dad was a lying, cheating asshole who left me and my mom when I was around 3 or 4. That's why we moved from Greece to Japan - to get away from him and for mom to clear her head. She'd told me that story a thousand times when I was a kid and kept asking about my dad.

I was a little bit annoyed because she was still being so cryptic after all that's happened!

What's happened? I've grown 3 inches and put on around 120 pounds in weight - and all in one night!

When I tried to open my door, I broke the handle and ripped the door off it's hinges, as well!

I don't know what's happening, and yet my mom's still being cryptic. She said something about being a Demigod but that can't be right, can it? I can't just be told 'You're a Demigod' and be expected to figure it out on my own, right?!

Just as I was about to speak up, my mother turned to me and sadly smiled, "I lied about your father, Erik. He didn't cheat on me, or anything like that - he was killed," she said, each of her words striking me like a sledgehammer. So much so, that I just collapsed into the chair I was sitting on, the wood creaking under my new weight. But I couldn't be bothered about that. My father was killed. All the times I cried when I was mocked for not having a dad come to school for events. Every time I was angry at the apparent imaginary version my mom made up, for leaving us.

All of it flashed through my head.

And it filled me with such anger. So...so much anger.

It was light at first. The shaking, I mean. But it slowly grew in intensity. It wasn't me shaking, but the ground, the house - the very earth below me.

I felt so angry. Someone had stolen a parent from me. I didn't know him, but the point is, that I should have HAD THE CHANCE TO GET TO KNOW HIM! They took that from ME!

The table my arms and hands were resting on, now had cracks running throughout it. Not just because of the shaking of the earth but because of the strength that my arms were rattling with. They were pressing against the table, fueled by my anger, and not knowing my own strength, the table finally gave in...

*Crack!*

It snapped in two, vertically from where my hands had been placed. But my shaking was quickly brought to an end when a pair of slender hands held my face and turned my head upward to meet with a pair of teary green eyes.

"I know you're angry, Erik...but please try and stay calm for mom, okay?" she weakly asked and I realized that reliving all this must be even worse for her. I'd never known my father, but my mom had. If he had been murdered...wouldn't the wound his absence left be even worse than what I thought it was?

"M-mom...I-I'm sorry, I lost my temper," I stuttered this out before looking down at my hands and the surroundings that had been kicked into chaos by the earlier shaking, "What...What's happening to me, mom? And, please! Please explain it in full," I begged, feeling a slight amount of fear at the unknown thing that was happening to me. I couldn't decide if what was happening was a good thing or not, but it was happening no matter what I thought, so I decided that I needed to know what was happening before I did anything else.

Hearing me, mom wiped her eyes before settling herself back down in her original seat. She reluctantly stopped cupping my face with her hands and laid her hand on her lap, looking down at them for a few seconds before sighing and meeting my gaze.

"Erik, your father is the Greek God, Poseidon. It may be hard to believe, but while I was traveling the world and fighting all kinds of different martial art dojos...I met him," she looked dazed for a second before she smiled widely, "He was unlike anyone I ever met. The first thing I did was try to fight him...and he just laughed. Not in contempt or in disdain - just pure, simple laughter. Then we fought. He beat me. With ease, even. No matter how I tried to hit him, he'd dodge out of the way. So from that day forth, I bugged him whenever I could and wherever he went. It was on the day that I first landed a punch on him that he kissed me for the first time and told me who he was. Turns out he was a God," she laughed, albeit a laugh filled with sadness, "Trust me to fall in love with a God..."

I was utterly shocked by what I was being told, but I kept quiet and just listened knowing that mom would get round to explaining it all.

"He propositioned me, to travel the world with him, and...well I said yes. I was already planning on traveling after beating him, but back then I was a bit too stubborn in hiding my feelings, so I simply told myself that traveling with him would allow for me to have a suitable sparring partner whenever I wanted," she smiled, this time with happiness and her green eyes locked eye contact with my icy blue ones, "and it was the best decision I ever made. We fell in love, we got married, I had you...life was perfect," she said, her expression taking a supremely happy expression before quickly darkening, "Until the Old Satan Faction got involved," she spoke with such hate that I nearly overlooked the 'Old Satan Faction' part.

"Wait up, 'Old Satan Faction'? Like...demons?" I asked, unable to hold back this one question.

Realizing she'd on without explaining something she nodded and answered my question, "Well, kind of. They're not called Demons but rather, Devils. They're not all bad, really. Especially with the new leadership they have. Last time I checked in they were trying to make peace with the other factions in the world. But the Old Satan Faction...they're full of bad Devils. Evil ones, even. If you ever hear anything about them, tell me, okay?" she said, her smile dark and grim, and honestly quite scary. "But I'll teach you about all of this stuff seeing as you're awakening your God blood and all - now back to the story..." she said before closing her eyes and catching back up to where we were in her head.

"Ah, yeah...so the Old Satan Faction want there to be an eternal war between Devils, Angels, and Fallen Angels. Plus everything in between like Humans and Gods. Some Gods want this war, while others, like your Father, didn't. He loved fighting, maybe more than anyone I ever knew, but he didn't want innocents to be hurt in some unnecessary war. So the Old Satan Faction got him out of the way...by killing him," she grit her teeth and closed her eyes while she carried on, "And the worst part of it all was that it didn't change a thing. My husband and your father's death, was meaningless," she finished with a sigh before wiping at her eyes aggressively and then opening them, showing me the usual green eyes, yet they were surrounding by a raw red from the tears she'd been wiping away throughout telling me the story.

"So...I'm a Demigod? My dad's Poseidon? And because of the God blood or whatever awakening, I'm getting some supernatural powers? That's...a bit hard to mentally digest, honestly," I said, leaning my head against my hands while putting my elbows on my legs.

Finally, at what I just said, my mom seemed to improve in mood a little as she once again cupped my face, "Well, we've got a month until your school holidays are over, so I'll be teaching you all you need to know and we can also make sure you can control that godly strength of yours~! It'll be like the last time I taught you martial arts~!"

Hearing this, I paled a little but still nodded. I needed to know how to control my strength so I didn't go off ripping every door off it's frame when I go to school...but my mom's methods? They were a bit harsh when I was a normal human, so I'm pretty sure they'll be completely out of this world with my new physique..."Okay..." I answered back before I hugged my mom to make her feel a little better after what she'd just been speaking about.

She happily accepted it before dragging me up and toward the training room in the basement of the house.

Haah~ So it seems I will die today, huh...