The sun was shining a glittering array onto a nearby island in the sky, the mansion of Telamon stood in glory for the god. The colors are like a kaleidoscope in the mansion itself, the colored glass showing The war god and his mercy to the grateful filth of Robloxia. The owner, Telamon himself, was sitting in the grass of the lawn, his wings spread under him, the feathers ruffling, puffing up as he stretched them a bit. He let out a deep sigh, his mind wandering to the feeling of peace, a rare occurrence he got to experience.
Telamon hadn’t had peace like this since he made his… “Greatest” creation, 2x2x2x2, or 2x for short. He frowned at the thought of it, he made it to be the replacement for him when he could retire, but something went wrong in the process, making it lack in the amount of wings and have a stunted growth. Unlike Telamon, it had a light grey skin tone instead of yellow, and jet black feathers instead of his beautiful gold and brown. It had a total of three pairs of wings instead of Telamons 6, and all the wings were much much smaller than they were supposed to be, they stopped growing just years before. The child was infuriating all of its existence, constantly needing attention, asking for things all the time, needing anything… it was truly a disgrace, a stain on his reputation.
The thought of it made Telamon feel a sort of anger, deep within his core, it was a mistake, it would never live up to his expectations like he hoped, he hated it, hated hated hated HATE- he sat up and coughed loudly, hacking up a large glob of something. It was black, a slight glitch effect surrounding it, and it twitched slightly to any kind of motion. His head feathers spread in alarm while looking at it, staring at the black liquid with disdain, flicking it off. This wasn’t the first time this had happened, it started a while back…
Long ago, Telamon was a newer god, working alongside Builderman, a young demigod. He helped Builderman rule over the land, they were close, too close… Brighteyes was his lover, Telamon loved her dearly, he would tell her that before going to work, he would make her meals, treat her like a goddess. But one day, Telamon felt different, he felt sick in the morning, bloated, hungry but full. He found out he had a surprise pregnancy … He gave birth much later to a deep green egg, covered in nice black splotches, his creation, his beautiful perfect creation.. He was so proud of it, so excited to see his heir be born. Brightsky was just as excited, her husband’s joy was just too contagious, she made sure the nest the egg was put in was clean, fresh, every single day.
When the egg was born, Telamon and Brightsky sat around and watched, then a deep dread filled the both of them.
It was grey. Not yellow, not like Telamons or Brightsky, it was his grey.
Telamon and Brightsky got into a heated argument, “You cheated on me?! WITH HIM?! HOW COULD YOU!” Telamon had no words to say, he just stared at his wife who cried, telling him that she hated him, how she would never forgive him. Telamon didn’t say sorry, he didn’t react, he was just… empty. He watched her leave, and a pit grew in his stomach, this burning.. searing pit… of negativity. He would throw up a black acid at first, it would evolve into a thick slime, burning his throat, he was feeling this surely for his sins. Telamon's sickness got worse the more he was around the creation he used to cherish, he would stop talking to Builderman, the illness unbearable when near him…
An agonizingly sweet and innocent voice broke his thoughts, “Dad! Dad! Hi dad! What are you doing!?” The small body flung itself at him, making him catch the creation before it made contact, holding it like some infected creature. “What are you doing out of the mansion?” Telamon grumbled, placing 2x down. “I uhm… I wanted to play sword fights on the heights! With you dad, please please please please please please pleaaaassssse-”
Telamon held up a hand, a sign for 2x to be silent, which it obeyed. Telamon gained an idea, one many would frown upon, but this… thing… deserved the pain he was instead feeling. “Telamon and the creation can play on one condition, Hmm?” 2x lit up, nodding with new vigor, “If the creation wins out of the 3 rounds, Telamon will do anything the creation might want to for the week, if Telamon wins, then the child…must do him a favor…. Take something for him, yes?” 2x jumped up and down, “Yeah yeah! Whatever you want dad!” Telamon chuckled, this was too easy.
Telamon held out his hand as a bright light lit up in his hand, flames bursting from his hand and slowly forming into a blade, when the flames died down, a shining crimson sword was revealed in his palms. He set that on the grass and summoned one other, a green mist gathered around him, the air smelled of copper and bitter almonds as another dark green sword appeared in his hand. “The creation shall take this sword, it is called the venom shank, will it accept Telamon's offer?” 2x was awestruck, it slightly nodded as it took the sword, its small wings flapping in excitement, “I wasn’t expecting real swords! Do I get to keep this after?” Telamon let out a low chuckle, his wings spreading as he lifted the blood red fire brand, “Telamon will think about it, until he has the creation's answer, it must raise its sword like taught.”
It struggled to lift its sword, the venom shank was much heavier than most practice swords then its used to, but determination to make Telamon proud, to see him finally smile at its achievements and progress, fueled it. Telamon raised his own sword, he made a count down before charging, 2x barely having time to dodge as the fiery blade raked the air where it used to stand, its eyes widened with slight fear. 2x tried to strike from behind, but only managed to clip a feather before Telamon slammed the hilt of the fire brand into its back. “Pathetic, what has Telamon told it!? Faster! Quicker! If this was real, an enemy would have SMITTED the creation! STRIKE ONE” 2x groaned a little, rubbing its back and slowly getting up, this time, it readied its stance and struck first, but Telamon was quicker. 2x dodged the fiery blade, then slid under Telamon and struck him with the butt of its sword.
The force of it actually got Telamon to the ground, surprise spread over his features as his wings spread a bit. “Intresting, the creation managed to surprise Telamon, he is impressed. One more round, this time, the stakes are higher.” It stared up at him, those innocent eyes almost made him feel bad for what he was planning. Almost.
“Telamon has decided that blood will be drawn, if the child gets blood out of Telamon, Telamon loses, if the creation gets blood drawn…” a smirk slowly grew on Telamon's face, looking down with pure malice and hate for this small being, making 2x tremble a little. “Telamon won't go easy, this will be like a last test, is the creation ready?” It looked down, its sword lowering, “But i… I-i don't want to hurt you dad… and i dont think im ready….” Telamon shook his head, tsking, making 2x’s wings lower and its lip quiver.
“The creation wants Telamon proud and happy, yes? To make up for its lack of…. Size.” he glanced at 2x’s wings, the clear disdain in his eyes made it flinch a little. “Telamon only asks so little, doesn’t it want to be a proud warrior, for Telamon to grace its presents more?” The lack of response made him growl a bit, 2x frowned more, “But… i… i dont want to be a warrior… i… i want to be-” Telamon raised his hand and struck the creation, making the venom shank thump onto the grass, “Do NOT talk like that, Telamon does not waste his time on the creations EXISTENCE and LIFE to not get what he wants! Telamon could have done better things, but he made 2x! It disappoints him time and time again, it is lucky Telamon hasn’t finished it off in a painful death.”
2x’s head wings covered its face, tears rolling down its face from the burning stinging sensation. “Yes Dad…” Telamon sneered, “Stop calling Telamon that, call him Telamon or sir. Or Telamon will give the creation something to cry about.” It sniffled and nodded, wiping its eyes and going to retrieve the sword, raising it in a perfect stance like Telamon had instructed before.
The third and last round started, the fire brand sizzling against the venomous blade. Sweat started to roll down 2x’s face, it dodged, rolled, slashed, dodged, rolled, slashed, repeating and repeating. Telamon caught up on the movements replaying, his eyes narrowed as his wings spread in a threatening display. He caught 2x off guard by kicking the child's feet from below it, then slashing across its face.
A long thin line of blood peeped out of the cut, slowly rolling down its face. It screamed from the pain, the Fire brand had burned the flesh around the wound, 2nd degree burns along the line of cut flesh started to already form, bubbling red searing flesh. Tears and blood mixed, and all it could feel was burning from the cuts. Telamon watched it roll around in agony, sobbing and holding its face, its wings spreading and twitching.
He reached down and pulled it up from its back wings, making it add to the pitch of screaming, Telamon covered its mouth, “If it keeps screaming, Telamon will personally cut its tongue off and feed that to it for your meal today.” 2x stopped and instead whimpered, crying pitifully from the pain. Telamon just dragged it to the mansion, letting the grass stain its clothing and make small cuts into its already hurting body. He threw it to the table as he started to make something personally, gracing it with his… care.
He made his way to the kitchen, going to a counter and pulling a bowl out. The cold, tight sensation started to tug at his gut, he knew it was coming. He grabbed a few pieces of lettuce before he coughed, expelling the slime and bile from his throat, it was like a flow from him now as he allowed it to leak out of him. This purging clears him of this virus he’s had for so long, now to be passed on to the thing that truly deserved it. By his godly power, he slowly started to remove the virus within him, the thick goo sloshing in the bowl as more poured out of his mouth. Gross sounds came from him, certainly not the thing most would find godly or proper, the sounds like a dying, choking bird. As soon as the flow stopped, his body ached a bit from the purge, he gasped and wiped sweat and saliva off his face. Picking the bowl up, he stared at it. It was of a slime consistency, occasionally glitching and making an odd sound, a squelch if anything. The potent smell of methane and rot came from it, making Telamon’s face scrunch up a bit in disgust, it was perfect.
The soft sobs from the other room made him snap out of his thoughts, he looked in that direction, then at the goo in the bowl. He sighed, this was the best for him, and it should teach 2x a lesson of where it belongs, then soon.. put it where it belongs. The thought excited Telamon…
2x whined as Telamon came into the room, setting a bowl in front of it with an inky black substance in it. It looked up at him, tears still streaming down its face. He looked back down, then pushed the bowl closer to it, “Telamon has made the child something, it shall eat.” It let out a small hiccup, then picked the bowl up, sniffing it and frowning heavily as its own face scrunched up, but it knew Telamon would get angry if it didn’t obey. It didn’t want to deal with Telamon's anger again, it had too many cuts and bruises to remind him what happens. Telamon handed it a spoon, and 2x slowly ate the contents. It tasted worse than the smell, the taste of vomit with a vinegary and pungent taste, and the after taste was as if it had a mixture of spoiled milk and rotten eggs.
2x gagged, and soon after a few more bites, it threw up some of the contents on Telamon. It shook, crying into its hands as Telamon’s anger slowly started to boil over, looking down at his ruined robes. “What has the THING DONE?!” He slapped 2x hard, knocking it to the ground as it trembled and cried for a mercy that never came. Telamon grabbed its wing roughly, shaking it violently as he shouted at them, “A MISTAKE, IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN OBLITERATED AS AN EGG!” 2x cried, squealed, the pulling on its wings getting worse, a cold feeling washing over them. “P-Please, I'm sorry! I-it hurts!!” Telamon yanked more in response, 2x crying out and screaming as a popping sound was heard.
2x fell, blood splattered the floor as its biggest wings were detached in Telamon's hands. Telamon, stunned, broke out of staring at the tattered wings in his hand to look at 2x, who was bleeding out from the back and wailing. Telmamon almost had no control of his movements as he grabbed the rest of the bowl, then waited as it gasped from crying, shoveling the rest of the contents down. It gagged pitifully, Telamon feeling a warm gush through his body the more 2x choked down. Once it was all swallowed, Telamon pulled back, throwing the wings down to 2x, who shakily grabbed them and curled up on the floor.
If 2x felt anything after that disgusting bowl, it was more fear, it cowered as Telamon got up, grabbing its arm, running a hand over its back to do a quick job of light healing, making only the blood stop. “Come along with Telamon, it wants to keep others safe, yes? Telamon will give it a nice new room, very big, very spacious…” 2x whined, sniffling and clutching his wings tightly, “O-ok, can I keep my stuffed cat?” Telamon sneered, he tsked and held on tighter, “No, Telamon should have taken that away a long time ago, after she left, it has no reason to keep it.”
2x was dragged off to the doors of the mansion, once they made it outside and farther away, 2x started to get a sinking feeling, why were they going so far from the Mansion if this was its new room. Telamon kept silent until they finally reached the destination, his wings spreading out as they both took to the sky. 2x yelped as its feet left the ground, holding onto Telamon’s leg tightly now. The wings had fluttered from Telamon's grasp, landing on the ground that was getting farther and farther away.
The door was in the clouds, held up by magic and unable to be reached by anyone but a selected few. Chains covered the doors, but in Telamon's presence, they slowly retracted, opening to reveal a large empty room only covered in chains, no light other than from the entrance shined through. 2x looked around, gulping, “What's this for, d- sir..?” Telamon looked down at it, “Telamon has made this a long time ago, the creation will stay here from now on till the end of its pathetic days.” 2x stared up at him, then started to struggle in his grasp, terrified, “W-what?! No no please!”
Telamon threw it into the room harshly, its body thumping onto the floor and curling up, small sobs racking its body. Telamon stared down in disappointment, hoping for more of a fight, but it seemed to prove him right in everything he thought. He snapped, watching as chains started to wrap around the body of the child, holding its arms and legs down to the floor as it begged and sobbed, struggling weakly. All 2x saw before the light went out was Telamons sneer, the hatred Telamon felt started to boil in 2x, and now it really truly understood the truth. It yelled, shouted, swearing profanities as the doors closed, plunging the child in darkness.
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