[i][color=B0C4DE]I, Hercules, along with my brothers and sister had stayed, challenged the tyrannous king. We believe that we were better, more suitable than Oedipus in the ruling, that he is all by himself, and our Father is ordering us to avenge for Him. To kill the Firstborn would be easy, I thought. There were nothing that Oedipus is good at, he does not have the strength of mind, the tactics mind of Athena, knowledgeable in the art of war like Ares,… And besides, there are at least 15 of us, all are the creations of the Father. Our name is from the God of Olympus, our power is unprecedented, and our will for battle was in every breath that we took that day. And so we marched, to the place where our Father died. And waiting for us was him, Oedipus, the Murderer, the Firstborn, the Oldest Brother...   

Ares charged forward, fueled by his blood rush. We could imagine the scene of our Oldest Brother died, broken neck or being ripped apart. And we would rule, sharing our precious treasure that the Firstborn had taken. And it would be glorious. But against what we had anticipated, Death did not choose him, but rather our beloved brother as Ares' head fell upon the ground. I could still see his wide eyes, painted with fear and distressed. It seems that in his very last effort before dying, he had tried to warn us of what this monster capable of. But how foolish we are, filled with rage and sorrow over our brother death, we charged right in. And there he was, alone, weak, and still laughing at something that we will never understand. 

The fight ended quickly with all of our brothers and sisters died. Unlike Ares, they died a much painful death. He chopped off our limbs to immobilize us, and he laid us there to “improving his skills and expertise in murdering.” Athena was the first among us to suffer it as Oedipus ripped her from her armor, then started to practicing his skill, trying to remove her skin out from her. Her scream, along with the tear that had been infused with the blood, raised fear in us. She died when Oedipus had removed half of her skin. I still did not know for what reason she died, due to fear or blood loss, but one thing for sure, Oedipus had started to violate our courage by his brutality. Then quickly, as our brothers and sister died under the hand of this monster, the fear inside us grew and grew. Some of us started to beg him for mercy, to let them alive and work as a slave. But the man did not possess characteristics of a human. The first of us that had beg him to survive was Phobos, and he died as losing his eyesights.

There is now only me left, Hercules, and I fear that I will not live long enough. Not with this kind of injuries. But before I died, I hope that you all remember this, run, hide, or surrender to this monster. Before it is too late. And brethren, please I beg you, run. Don’t fight. He had gain all………………….. [/color][/i]

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"Well, I never knew that we could this in my mind. Certainly, there are secrets about this room that even I did not know.” [/color] Oedipus grinned at his new artwork. The man was being chopped off his limbs, lost all senses, and lost all skin. But yet, he is still able to possess clear thinking. [color=DC143C]“ But you shouldn't do that, younger brother. How dare you attempt to block our family reunion.” [/color]Touching the man cheek and mentally slap him for one or two, Oedipus stands up, grinning as he looks into the abyss.[color=DC143C]“ Well, it will take them a while to get here. I think it enough of screaming right now.”[/color] Bending his body down to the floor, Oedipus draw a smiley face next to Hercules’ body before returning to his throne. [color=DC143C]“ But then, how much is enough?”[/color]

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Opening his eyes, only to see his body is being wrapped in something silvery silky thread. And at the beginning of the thread, is the boy, who had wings at his back. Looking directly at the boy's eyes, Oedipus laugh before asking him one question that seems to amuse him. [color=DC143C]“ Now kiddo, are you going to pull that gun?” [/color] Rolling his eyes to the gun that was held by the cop, Oedipus continued. [color=DC143C]“ You know, you can do it now. The gun is right in the hand of the cop. Just take it and do it, kiddo.”    [/color]

[@Letter Bee]