When you’re young, you believe in the heroes you see around you. You believe every adult is powerful and wonderful, you believe your parents are gods, here to protect and guide only you and I was no different.
My dad was bigger then the Pantheon, more powerful then Zeus. I’d hang on his every word, listen to his tales like they’d vanish from history the moment they’d leave his lips and all I ever wanted was to be half the hero he was.
And then I grew up. Then I realized my parents…my father was merely human.
A flawed, broken man still living in the past who can’t accept the reality he has shaped into existence.
The lesson you preached over and over again is never crossing that line, for doing so makes us no better then them.
Your morality and principles made you beloved but how many people cursed your name when the same evil you saved them from came back for round two and you weren’t there?
How many people are dead because you were too much of a coward to do the right thing? How many people you love perished because of your bullshit idealistic moral code?
Why is Mom dead because you brought the wolves to the door and led them inside?
You keep blaming Doom and the pool for who I am now but all that water did was wake me up to reality. This has been festering inside for years, and I thought you of all people would have seen the signs.
But why would you? Five years that fire took from us, five years I spent doing everything I could to live up to your memory and all it gave me was loss and failure.
Doom is a sociopathic, soul less asshole who I know is using me for his own needs but ever since I’ve known him, he has never once lied to me.
Ever since I came to Olympus, you have mocked me, you have treated me like a child and for six months, you pretended you were still dead. Every single word that has come from your mouth in the last year has been complete bullshit. The only time you ever told the truth was when you were the villain for me to slay.
The truth is you are a pathetic, broken old man who killed his own family through his inaction. You keep treating me like I’m still that starry eyed young boy but he died in that fire with his mother and he’s just been dreaming ever since.
All the pool did was wake me up and that’s what it’s going to do to you.
Because I don’t give two fucks if it changes you or not as long as it gives you a hard, cold slap of reality and makes you realize the truth you have been hiding from for the past six years.
Everything that has happened is your own damn fault.
At Anarchy Rulez, I rip those bandages off and wake you the hell up dad.
And I hope every single second of it hurts.