Percy Jackson: The God of Magic - chapter 151 (Patreon)
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The Requiem of The Lost - Part 1
For weeks I investigated, every conceivable way how to avoid or stop facing my inner demons for the lack of a better term, unfortunately nothing I found was helpful to my current situation, and ultimately was left like Buddha had said, in a corner, were I had no other choice but to face whatever I was throwing at me, quite an ironic thing… to be my own worst enemy.
Three entities, or rather three parts of one single being, living inside a singular body, all craving for control in some kind, I represented the good part of…. Well... me? And… god this is confusing, anyways, the part I had met represented what I didn’t want to show to the world, and the slumbering part… represented my connection to my father.
I’ll be honest, I never expected this to happen to me, having to deal with inner struggles is usually something quite cliche that most solve with stupid stuff like accepting themselves or hugging their inner struggles into submission, then again… my life has been a roller coaster of random shit that somehow had yet to end my life.
“Well, I should’ve predicted this… Murphy has a thing for my booty,” I snorted, realizing that for better or for worse Buddha was right, I was going to have to face this head on, and save myself from ending myself, I know I know, it’s confusing, but when has anything in my life been easy to understand, yeah, that’s what I thought.
The point was, I had no other option but face the facets of myself I so desperately wanted to erase, meaning I would have to enter… myself, god ares must be loving this in hell, anyways… I have to enter myself, and face… well you get the idea by this point, if I win… everything… no… who am I kidding, even if I win, things won't go the way they were, I would forever change, but at this point… I have no other choice.
Having decided this was the path I was going to take, I teleported to Asgard where I asked Odin to restrain me, the reason being if I actually lost control, the last thing I wanted was to make my dad proud, which is why I asked Odin should I lose my inner conflict to kill me, it was better than the alternative of hurting Hestia or bringing the outer into this reality.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” Odin asked, concern was clear on his voice.
“Odin, I know my limits… and believe it or not, I am... on my limit, I give myself a week, maybe a month before I lose control, to what? I don’t know, but time is something I don’t have anymore… I have unfortunately to face this, and well… hope for the best,” I smiled trying to assure him everything would be okay, though this assurance I was trying to instill was more for me than for him, I wanted to believe I would win and that would be the end of the history, but in all honesty I was afraid, afraid of the what if… but then again, that never had stopped me before.
“Are you sure you want to do this without Hestia knowing?” Thor inquired.
“There isn’t much Hestia can do about this, besides worrying… I don’t want to put any more people than necessary through my ordeal, besides should no other option but to kill me arises, Hestia will only get in the way, trying to save me,” I chuckled, I could already imagine her beating the crap out of the Norse Pantheon just to save me.
“Very well,” Odin sighed, “I give you my word, should you turn against us… I will slay you,” at that, I smiled, even if the meaning of that sentence was grimm, the reason behind it made it wholesome in a very strange way.
“Alright, here goes nothing,” I smiled, and closed my eyes, it was time to meditate, and face what I never wanted to, myself.
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After closing my eyes, I open them inside my inner world, in front of me, the one who called himself my dark side welcomed me, with a knowing smile, “I didn’t expect to see you here so soon,” my other self chuckled, “I suppose you have come to face me for control,”
“I mean, it’s not like I have any other option,” I sighed.
“No you don’t,” My other self shook his head, “But have solace on the fact, I will do a much better job at protecting Hestia than you ever did,”
Well, I guess no matter if I am good or bad, I like Hestia either way, “I suppose… that’s a…. Good thing? I mean, at this point I am, not sure… but nice,”
“Joking won’t save you here,” My… you know what, calling my other self, my other self is getting old, from now on his name is Nocturne, cause he’s edgy and has no sense of humor, “I am what you made me to be, your superior!”
“Apparently, I made you an ass,” I snorted, “So…. How do we do this? Bleach style? Naruto Style?”
“I will enjoy trapping you here more than you can possibly imagine,” Nocturne sneered, getting into a battle stance, “The strong will survive, the weak will be trapped, that is how we will do it,”
“You know, for being a part of me I sense a lot of hostility between us,” More than the first time I met him anyways, I don’t recall this part of me hating me this much.
“Spend a few thousand years inside a city full of dead bodies, and… we’ll talk,” Nocturne growled before teleporting behind me, delivering a kick to my back with enough strength to take the air out of me, which should be impossible, I was within my mindscape, air should not be a thing here.
“Alright, time to beat my own ass, no homo,” I sighed, matching his battle stance.