#tw.cults

Odin's body ached and shivered.

There was a sickly smell in the air, a fusion of salt water and the coppery scent of blood.

As he began to wake up, he heard the sounds of waves crashing. He opened his eyes, he saw nothing but blue. He was surrounded by water.

He sprang up in shock, looking around.

The whole Titan HQ was flooded.

Foamy blue waves crashed against buildings and other structures. The few buildings that were left were covered in a strange pink coral, that had weaved its way into every crack and crevice.

Odin looked on in a mix of awe and horror.

 What happened?

The only thing he could remember was a panic breaking out and water starting to flood into the room his sisters had taken him. He quickly looked down at his hands and saw they were freed from the cuffs they'd put on him.

That was a relief, but he was still stranded on top of a building. He was also concerned about the others.

Did they make it out alive?

Maggie had those weird vine powers, so she could've easily escaped or protected herself.

But Ava and Gil?

As Odin got lost in thought he heard a noise from behind him.

He quickly turned to see a giant coral structure, it was built like an old tree, each jagged pink branch weaving into the other. Odin looked up to see a figure sitting on one of the branches.

A survivor?

He walked closer to the edge of the building to get a better look.

 He looked up again noticing the figure's blue skin and white hair.

"Gi-Gil?" Odin said aloud.

Despite speaking fairly quietly, the figure turned to face him, clearly hearing him.

That's when Odin saw it.

It was clearly Gil's face but...he looked different.

His irises were a glossy green, with pink pupils.

He had a pair of coral-shaped horns growing out of his head. Dark blue scales scattered on his face and body.

Swiftly Gil jumped down from his pink throne, landing gently in front of Odin.

This gave the purple-eyed boy a good view of his new attire.

Gil was shirtless, with golden armbands and a pearl necklace around his scaled neck. His pants were wide and poofy with golden anklets at the bottoms. He resembled a sea goddess Odin had heard of in his youth.

"Hello, Odin."

The blue-skinned boy said, with a broad, almost childish, grin.

"D-did you do a-all this?"

Odin asked clearly concerned.

"Yes..."

Gil replied bluntly.

"They all deserved to drown, sinners in followers' clothing need to be snuffed out."

His tone was weirdly cold. 

His chipper and sweet demeanor was replaced with a silent almost gloomy persona.

"W-what are yo-you even talking ab-about?"

"All those people, none of them were worthy of Paradise, they were doomed to a life of sin and suffering. I did them a favor…I set them free."

He closed his eyes and smiled at his final words.

Odin stepped back a bit, Gil's green eyes staring right through him.

"...I know you're not a follower, I know I've never met you before now,"

He stepped closer causing Odin to back into a wall.

"But something about you feels so... Familiar."

Odin flinched as Gil rested his now-clawed hand on his cheek. Running his hand down his face and neck, then stopping at his chest.

Suddenly Odin's mouth met with a salty-sweet taste, as Gil leaned in to kiss him.

Odin couldn't move, Gil had trapped him in place.

His mind and heart were racing as he felt his face blush. 

After a couple of seconds, Gil pulled away and smiled.

He then rested his head against Odin's shoulder.

"I know you feel the same about me. So tell me Odin, who am I to you?"

He whispered into Odin's ear before going silent.

Odin was about to respond when he heard a small snore. he looked over at the boy resting on his shoulder.

Did he really just fall asleep!?

Gil's snoring became more audible confirming this.