Lets Take a Detour, Why Don't We?

A/N: Sup? thanks for waiting for the chapter. I was sick this week. I got a major headache, sore throat and my body was sore. anyway... I'll be doing slow updates from now on. school got me by the throat. Like I got only 1hr of daylight when I get home. Doesn't help that we are in the middle of Writting Trials and such.

Whew, it's hot in this side. South Africa is hot, I'm practically melting lol 😂

I'll prolly write another chapter today. Don't expect it cause I may disappoint.

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"You can't judge a torn soul until you feel its pain"— Prometheus to Zeus.

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And so, Icarus ventured forth into the great unknown, his quest for the Truth guiding him on his way. But soon he will know that as he delved deeper into the mysteries of the cosmos, he will begin to feel the weight of the knowledge he sought. For with every revelation came a price, and the truth was not always kind.

The divines will watch with keen interest, as Icarus dances along the knife's edge of sanity. And deep within the heart of Olympus, an ancient prophecy would be whispered of a mortal who would change the course of fate itself.

But…Time, as fickle as it is, will always come but not now. Not now.

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Icarus trekked through the wilds, the chill of the night air biting at his skin. But he was undeterred, driven by a hunger for the truth that burned in his soul. He trudged on, the crunch of leaves beneath his feet the only sound in the vast expanse of the forest. The shadows crept closer, the darkness threatening to engulf him, but still he pressed on, fueled by a fierce determination that seemed to set him alight.

As he walks, Icarus can't help but to mull over what Prometheus said. Icarus knows that Prometheus is presently a shell of his former self— Maybe he's acting to fool him, maybe he's not— he's a Mad Titan through and through but… his knowledge didn't disintegrate or anything. He still got his mind. And no matter how mad he is, if Icarus can get even a minuscule amount of truth, a minuscule amount of Knowledge or information, he would be wiser and knowledgeable than all Minor Gods, and Humanity as a whole.

Now, about Hecate. Admittedly, Icarus doesn't know a lot of Hecate's life as a Myth Character. But he does know that she's cray cray. A person— no matter if that person is divine or not— wouldn't keep their sanity intact if they had lived thousands of years in the Underworld and your main Domain is Witchcraft, which…isn't a good reputation among humans. 

She even chased a group of young women because they don't worship her for fuck sakes!

So, forgive Icarus if he's a bit frightened out— Really, Prometheus? Put two insane people under one roof, why don't you?—

But it's not like there's anything he can do. All he had to do was learn magic and embark on the quest to search for the truth.

Icarus ruffled his hair and blew a tired sigh.

Icarus stopped. He can't help but feel like something's wrong. It took him a moment to figure it out.

His heart hammered in his chest.

The forest was eerily quiet. There should have been birdsong out there, maybe chattering squirrels or other small animals, but there was nothing but deathly silence. Something must have frightened them off. Something lurking in the darkness, ready to—

Icarus gulped. His breath echoing in the forest, coming in short bursts.

Suddenly, the forest came alive with a cacophony of shrieks and howls. Icarus spun around, eyes wide with fear, as a pack of ravenous beasts surged towards him, their eyes burning with an otherworldly hunger.

They crashed into Icarus, throwing him on the cold, harsh ground. One of the beast's paws was pressuring his chest down and…. salvia dripped on his face.

'Fuck me.'

A short burst of his mana threw the beast away from him. As Icarus got up, he realised that he's surrounded. 

This beast was a wolf and Wolves don't hunt alone.

The pack closed in after Icarus threw their Alpha away.

Icarus shook his head and sighed. 'There's nothing magic can't solve.'

With that, Icarus tried to call up his magic….only to fizzle out.

He tried again, only for the [inventable] to stare at him in the face.

Icarus denied reality.

'This can't be…'

The amount of horror that struck Icarus was indescribable and immeasurable.

'W-what?!' Icarus stared at his hands with disbelief.

'T-this…can't happening.'

Icarus turned his gaze towards the Alpha wolf getting up. 'Is this the work of the beast's?' Icarus fleetingly wondered.

Sweat dripped down on his chin and travelled to his throat.

'Or is it the Forest? Maybe it has magical properties to nullify magic.' Even that thought felt unbelievable to Icarus's ears.

"The Gods…"

Just these words alone set a rage unlike others in his chest. 'Don't tell me they took away my magic just to watch me suffer.'

That…sounded like the Gods. No matter how much he denied, the Gods are like this. Enjoy the suffering of Mortals.

…. And with that, Icarus made a mistake. Never take your mind or eyes off a predator.

Icarus didn't know what happened because one second he's standing, the next?

Icarus scrambled to his feet, his heart racing as the pack of beasts circled him, growling and snarling. He knew he had to think fast, or he'd be dinner. He scanned the surrounding forest, searching for something, anything, he could use as a weapon. Then he spotted it - a fallen tree branch, thick and sturdy, lying on the ground nearby. He lunged for it, grasping it with both hands as he swung around, the branch crackling with newfound power. The beasts hesitated, sensing the change in Icarus. 

Icarus briefly glanced at the reinforced branch in his hands. The only question in his mind right now was…. 'How?' 

But he shelved that thought for later, now he's trying hard to not get mauled or shredded to death. He doesn't want to feel what Ramsay Bolton felt.

The largest of the beasts, a hulking mass of fur and muscle, lunged at Icarus. He sidestepped, ducking under the beast's snarling jaws and delivering a powerful blow to its head with the branch. The beast yelped in pain, stumbling backward, but the rest of the pack pressed forward, closing in on Icarus. He whirled, slashing and striking with the branch, his movements fluid and deadly. The beasts howled and snarled, but Icarus was unafraid.

Icarus fought like a warrior— which..is strange— each strike fueled by adrenaline and determination. The beasts were relentless, but he refused to give in. He was a force to be reckoned with, each blow stronger than the last. He felt a primal rage rising within him, his rage at being hunted and cornered by these creatures, his rage at the world, rage at the Gods. The battle raged on, the forest reverberating with the sounds of struggle and conflict. The air was thick with the scent of blood and the stench of fear.

The largest beast lunged again, jaws snapping. Icarus feinted to the left, then dodged right, swinging the branch in a powerful arc. It connected with the beast's head, sending it flying through the air. The other beasts backed off, wary of this strange mortal who fought like a demigod. But Icarus wasn't done yet. He charged forward, the branch now a blur of motion, striking and parrying, dodging and weaving. His movements were a dance of destruction, each strike a symphony of pain.

Each strike was a sure kill move.

Icarus targets the beast's head's the most. Hit them enough to give them concussion…. If it's possible. Crush their brains to mush.

He made sure that he killed the Alpha first, the rest would be easy picking if they retreated.

 Icarus stood, panting, the branch clutched tightly in his hand. He had survived, but the fight had taken its toll. His body was bruised and battered, and his mind was reeling. He staggered, leaning against a nearby tree for support. Each breath he took only fueled the adrenalin.

The forest quited again. The silence was deafening compared to the loud noises the fight produced. Icarus contemplated if this is how retired war veterans felt. The stillness of the air was suffocating and felt wrong.

As Icarus was catching breath….

*Clap clap clap*

"Marvellous display of swordsmanship and bravery."

Icarus flinched forward, reaching towards his trusty branch.

"Who are you?" Only then did the Mysterious voice appear. Walking oh so slowly and with grace like she wasn't creeping on him.

"Hecate. You're an excellent warrior when you don't rely on your magic as a clutch, Son of Daedalus." Said the creepy lady.

Icarus only then allows his body to relax its vigilance. Of course, he won't dare relax when a divine is in front of him. But he's so weak that whatever they want, they'll get it. If they want to kill him there's nothing he can do to stop them. So..what's the use of being afraid?

As for what Hecate said..... meh. He knows that he's relying heavily on his magic, it's nothing new to him.

"You're the one who nullified my magic." 

It wasn't a question.

Hecate didn't agree or disagree but that wasn't any better because her silence says much.

"Come," Hecate gestured him to come closer, "We have somewhere to be." 

Icarus hesitated for a second then went to her. Where's your caution, Icarus? Some may ask. I'm cautious enough, Icarus would answer that question. Denying Hecate may open the floodgates to make his miserable life more miserable— But that didn't mean his anger has dimished, it didn't. Icarus promised that if the Gods were dying before him, he won't lift a finger to help them. He may even spit on their faces.

It's the lesser of the two devil's. 

To be or not be.

As Icarus near Hecate waiting hand, he feels like he's making a deal with the devil. It probably doesn't help that she lives in the Underworld, Greek Mythology's Hell.

"Oh," Hecate stopped momentarily, "We'll have to train your killing intent and how to project it. If I was any other Divine, I would killed you where you stand." The blackness of the night got cold and the moon darkened.

Icarus thought he would get nervous, scared or terrified but no, he didn't even shake. He stared at Hecate's admittedly glowing beautiful eyes with defiance. Icarus didn't know what overcame him in that moment.

Hecate's face cracked a small smile. "Tough aren't we? But It'll help you. What's use is a toy if it can get broken?" Hecate comment rather…darkly.

Yhea, Icarus think he's over his head with this.

God— nope, no god— 

May whatever with kind intentions help him.