Enmity of Atlas

“Looking into my boy's tormented eyes, black with writhing strands of red, I saw nothing but wrath. That was all he was, now, a festering pit of malice left to rot for too long. In other words…I saw in his eyes that he was beyond saving. It hurt me, looking into his eyes and seeing nothing but cold hatred. Some time ago, I would see only unwavering love, adoration, admiration. But now, those times are past. I can no longer cling to what can never be again. Slowly, I slipped the blade into his heart, watching as the light left him, his life fading away by my hand. And, I wept. I don’t know for how long, I didn’t keep track, but it was a while. It was such a lovely day, too. Beautiful clouds and pastures torn asunder by our battle. A shame it came to this. When I could no longer bear it, I grabbed his body, and took it back to the city. I buried him in the garden behind the castle. I think it fits, having him so close to home, a reminder of my failure as his father. If I had raised him right, it never would have come to this. But, I didn’t. His wrath, his anger, was a result of my negligence. I should have done better. But, it’s too late now. I can’t take back what I’ve done, and especially what I never did. I can only move on, and hope no more of my kin ever fall into this trap again. I don’t think the world could handle a repeat of what’s happened today.”

-an excerpt from Ren Incantum