It’s funny what you lose when you don’t realize you’re missing out on something. My entire life has been spent in violence and misery, a broken monster needing to rip and tear to survive. Where the little peace I recieved was within pages of worlds that I dreamed I could visit. But I never knew what I was truly missing until I saw him again.

The father who made me broken and then abandoned me. I thought I’d hate him, I thought my rage would be overwhelming but I just felt numb. Because I knew he’d never see the real Victor…that none of them would. Surrounded by people who fear me, women who use me for my strength and power, and the one thing I desire most will forever be out of my reach. All the while I see families breaking at the seems for the pettiest of reasons.

A child who believes he can drown and become a hero. Who believes that Doom is a marker for anything but purest darkness. Who clings to the only family he has left like they’re the oxygen he breaths yet doesn’t realise the only choice he has left is to put the last vestiges of a good man down while he still has the choice.

Two brothers who can’t look past a pathetic squabble to see the true villains picking at their strings. One who risked everything to bring him home yet can’t see his point of view and another who walks hand in hand with a psychopath in a thinly veiled fuck you to big brother as they slowly tear a wedge through a bond that may be irreplaceable.

And then there’s Felix. I don’t hate you Foley, I hate what you represent. The change in my father. The good that was always within him that you somehow brought out. Every embrace, every act of compassion and kindness, it’s daggers through my soul because I know he’ll never give them to me. You’re the family he always wanted and I’m just the mistake he wishes he could fix.

I never wanted this rage, this anger. This undying brutality but inside of that ring, you all shall become the lambs. I will break your bones, I will tear your flesh, I will consume your very souls in acts of malicious war that would shake Ares himself to the very core. Twenty nine other Olympians will try to survive and will fall at the feet of the abomination that is your very Doom.

The small part of my soul that still feels human wishes I could change. Wishes I had the chance to become a person that even one simple soul would see but no matter how much I wish, I am not the lamb. I am the wolf draped in white fleece and the slaughter I leave behind will make this world fear my very name.

All I ever wanted was a family but if it is forever out of my reach, with twenty nine Rips and Tears…

I will ensure every one of you feels my pain.