I CAN'T DIE TO A TRUCK

A new feeling rose in my heart as I gazed upon the horizon, I had retreated to a more secluded spot, somewhere I came to clear my mind, or calm down. It's almost funny, here I am, a god, the pioneer of the new age of Olympian gods, and after a millennia of existence, I still feel the need to clear my mind and calm my emotions. I let out a chuckle as I stared down into New York, it never ceased to amaze me, the creations of these mortals, ever creative and ever persistent in their constant battle for survival. We may have created them, but look at what they have made of themselves.

My mood plummeted once again as my thoughts redirected to the events of today. After I killed Chronos, the war between the Titans and the gods began, of course not all titans participated, but it was enough to spell certain genocide to my kind, and at the end of the war, all that was left was us three, the three brothers that survived from the beginning to the end. After the war we realized that we had to establish order, someone had to guard the remains of our dear father, lest he used his abilities to wreak havoc again, and that's when I realized, my brothers had inherited something from our father, his fear, his fear of being overpowered.

They placed me within the underworld and virtually trapped me within it, in the pretense of it being the best place for my skills and it being the best place to guard the remains of Chronos. But I understood, I was far too powerful to be left unchecked, I may have been quite angry and raged against them for quite a few centuries but I did understand. Then we had to place a pantheon as we called it, to govern over the world, and Zeus decided to take it upon himself to become god king, and I understood, I understood that maybe I was not suited for leadership. Then they created Olympus, home of gods, and they placed it as far away from my 'prison' as they could, and I understood, it was placed in a strategic location, easily defend-able and also a place that would show our prestige, I understood. But now this, this enraged me more than any of what had transpired, ripping from my hand my rightful place among them? I did not care for the fame or the prestige of having killed father, I was not proud of it, but to take away the very thing I had fought for, were these the same scared kids that I saw that day? The boys that looked upon our father with fear and pleaded to the heavens to be saved?

"Well son, what are you going to do?" an almost mocking voice tore me away from my thoughts.

I gritted my teeth as I replied "What are you doing here?"

"Heh, I'm always here and you know it, now tell me, these brothers of yours, they've gone out of their way time and time again to suppress you and disrespect you, even when you're the only reason they're alive, what are you going to do about that?" Came his voice again, I can't deny the truth in his words, but what was I to do? Take revenge? How was I going to do that with this pesky 'prison' that I've put in.

I gave him no pleasure of a reply as I looked at his titan like, but scaled down figure dismissively. Yes this was the consciousness of my father, yes the same one I killed, why is he so amiable with me? Because only being to speak with the person that killed you for an entire millennia does that to you. The prison I talked about? It's something my brothers had set up and I had unwillingly stepped into. When I was assigned to the underworld I accepted and made the mistake of trusting them completely. And the result of me trusting them? I was trapped as a guard dog of sorts, a bit of my power is used to keep the seal on Tartarus in check, some trickery they had forged, and if I stay away long enough, the gates of Tartarus will spring open letting loose every abomination we've ever defeated and locked up.

I shook my head as I let out a self-deprecating laugh, I had been so naive back then, believing that my own brothers that I had saved from death would never seek to harm me. Currently, I had to limit all my vacations or travels to a maximum of one week, or it would spell apocalypse for the world, but to be careful I tend to take a maximum of 5 days, of course, I could always ignore it and let Tartarus open, but would my brothers have made it that easy for me? No, once Tartarus was close to losing power, the same seal that drew power from me would transport me to the underworld and prevent me from leaving for at least a decade. I had, of course, studied this seal, for millennia I had found no way to release myself of its clutches, other than death that is. It does make me wonder where my brothers got this, I mean don't get me wrong, they are by all means smart and cunning, but nowhere near smart enough to make this. I could see Hephaestus creating something like this, but he wasn't born back then. Ah, no use pondering over things I can't figure out, at least not yet.

At least I have my darling Persephone, ah what a woman. Wait, Persephone, date night!! dammit, I forgot. I checked the time as I ran due to the hurry even forgetting to teleport, soon I found myself on a road, and just as I was crossing it I heard a horn and a bright light, a truck? oh whatever gods don't die that easy, especially not me. I felt the truck hitting me, but it didn't feel the same as it used to, I actually felt the pain wracking my body as my bones cracked and gave away. What on my earth is happening, and the last words that went through my head were I can't die to a truck!! and everything went dark.