All those who worked for Christian’s  “Garbage Disposal”  were familiar with his golden rule.

“Never make a mess, but if you do clean it up before he knows of it.”

Matt, a member of the disposal team made a mess, he forgot to dispose of one very important piece of garbage. A body that came from Christian’s office.

It was not his fault though! 

It came down during his lunch break and no one told him about it so he ignored the wrapped-up lump of whatever that was thinking it was someone’s shit.

Only after he clocked out did he decide to peek at it and discover it was a body. His fucking heart dropped, the incinerator where they burned the bodies was already shut down, if he turns it on an alarm will go off selling him out to his supervisor who would come down to the basement with guards and take him to Christian who would turn him to make him similar to the poor soul that was wrapped in plastic.

He did not want that…He just got the job and it was a well-paying job for an Unchosen. Sure he got rid of incriminating evidence but who the hell would go against Zeus Chosen? No one and not him.

That was why he drove to the Outskirts with the body in the back of his car and climbed up the Outer Wall on that one place where he knew there was no surveillance. The camera broke down years ago and was never replaced since beyond that side of the Outer wall was a cliff that led to the gods know where. Be it daytime or nighttime, it was always too dark to see and whenever anyone shone a light down there, the darkness was so dense that it swallowed it.

It was the perfect place to dump the body especially since most people from the  Outskirt dump their waste there.

With a grunt of effort, Matt lifted the body over the slightly raised edge and pushed it over the wall, watching it as it was swallowed by the dark abyss. He watched the darkness a bit longer till a shiver ran down his spine cause of the sinister aura that seemed to be emitted from the Abyss.

He looked away and prayed for the body’s owner's understanding as he walked away and climbed down the wall. Happy that he gets to see another day since he did clean up his mess, with the body gone no one will ever know, right?

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 Damien jolted upright to spit out whatever was choking him in his sleep. It was warm and gooey and seemed to have filled his lungs stopping him from breathing. Suffocating him.

His coughs turned to retches making him vomit out a tar-like substance. He was on his hands and knees as he coughed and retched, his body expelling the foreign substance from within. His eyes teared up as he coughed up more tar that looked alive as it squiggled away to a dark corner.

After what seemed like hours, Damien could finally breathe again he lifted his upper body and tilted his head back while panting, his body welcoming air in greedy gulps.

He sat down on the floor, his left hand hanging off his knee while the back of his head met the wall for support.

His thoughts were a mess.

Where was he?

What the hell did he eat to make him pass out and wake up suffocating and vomiting?

It had been a while since he passed out, he had his fair share of passing out especially when he was in his early twenties, and drank as if he had a spare liver. But he stopped drinking too much after he got his first child…

Child? The thought puzzled Damien.

No not child…Children.

His children!!!

Zion and Ambrosia!  Their thoughts triggered his memories that flashed through his mind making his breath short and his heart beat rise.

Fucking Eve sold out his children to Christian.

“Christian.” He hissed out as the memory of the man’s smirk as he killed him flashed by.

He did die, didn’t he?

Damien looked down at his body and was surprised by the lack of scarring and burn marks. He was supposed to have them, he felt the scorching heat of the lightning bolt when it hit him. The shock made him pass out before he could even scream.

No one survives Zeus’ lightning bolt.

Did he survive? Is that why he was here?

And where was here? He looked up his eyes meeting nothing but darkness. 

Not like the night sky he was used to, no, no, this darkness looked inky almost tangible. The smell in the air was putrid, like the trash pit they had back home.

Was he in some kind of hole?

 Did Christian trap him here so that he could take his kids and use them for whatever shit he needed them for?

 Damien looked at his surroundings. The darkness dripped from above and enveloped the hole making it almost impossible to see if it was not for the dimly glowing gemstones that protruded from the walls. Damien was familiar with these stones, they were beautiful to look at but useless to one. The minute they get broken off from the ground, they lose their glow. 

However now, there ever dim lights allowed Damien to inspect his surroundings. It was bare, except for a pile of trash here and here, a large section of the ground he was on was bare, and only jagged rocks furnished it. The only thing that broke the uniformity of trash and rocks was an untrodden path that led away from what Damien decided was the center.

 He needed to leave and find Zion and Ambrosia, then beat Christian to an inch of his fucking life.

 First thing first though, he needed a way out of here, and the jaggedy path away looked like the answer to his problem.

As he stood up with now half a plan in mind, he heard a rip echo through the hole, stopping him in his tracks to find the source of the sound. 

It was his pants, that burst out of their seams at his thighs exposing them.

Then, Damien realized just what state his clothes were in. They had traces of being burnt as he expected but they were also tattered so tattered that one would think they had gone through depreciation that was brought about by the wear and tear of life.

To add to that, his body was more muscular. Do not get him wrong he has always been a fit guy, raising children while doing manual labor did that to a person, but he never had abs before, or were his legs, arms, hands, or torso so well proportional and muscular?

Just what did those fuckers do to him? Damien thought to himself as he examined his body.

Well, nothing he could do about it now. He decided to deal with his clothes before solving the riddle about his body.

The scattered trash heaps had almost nothing, he was just about to give up when something caught his eye. A grey piece of clothing that looked like a bed sheet fluttered slightly against a passing breeze, he grabbed it and pulled. The tearing sound made him wince and pull a bit more gently.

He managed to salvage quite a bit of the grey sheet and after cutting out the torn parts he had just enough to cover his waist and lower. He tied the sheet around his waist tightly after chucking off his burnt attire.

His chest was exposed but the funny thing was he did not feel cold, though it was embarrassing to walk with just the sheet tied to his waist and no underwear but it was better than his disintegrating clothes that would have fallen off at any time exposing his body.

He is awake…awake…awake.

A whispered voice echoed, making Damien turn his head left and right to find is source. 

Yes, yes. His restoration has been completed.

Again it said and this time it was a different voice.

“Show yourself!” Damien demanded, his heart beating louder and louder in his ears as the unknown people stayed invisible.

If we do….  another voice said and after its words, an eerie silence descended heavily in the space making Damien stop his search and straining his ears to listen.

YOU WILL DIE. This time what felt like thousands of thousands of voices replied making fear creep into Damien’s body and press his ears shut with his dirt-caked hands.

Whoever they were… They were not human…Gods?

“What do you want?” Damien asked way braver than he felt, his voice almost breaking.

What you want child of earth. They replied together again, all the voices harmonizing into what can only be termed a demonic melody.

We saw your memories.

Went through your mind.

A father torn from his children.

Thanks to the gods.

Do you want revenge?

Your children back?

And the man responsible dead?

...

Do you want the god responsible...dead?

Dead?

Zeus?

Is that possible?

The voices said and asked, alternating new voices asking each question. 

“What do you want?” Damien asked again, choosing to ignore the low-hanging fruit the voices were tempting him with.

Vengeance! They hissed out reaching a crescendo.

“Against Zeus?” Damien asked.

Zeus.

Ra

And all the other godsss.

 “Are you demons?” While getting blessed by demons was rare it was not impossible though it had prejudices placed against it.

 The voice laughed, while some out loud others snickered, others bellowed while others giggled. 

It was maddening, the myriad of voices assaulting Damien's mind.

Demons? No.

Those are creations of gods.

Made to make humans fear them.

We are not demons.

We are far from those lowly cretins.

“What are you then?” Damien asked, his patience strung out tight.

We are beings that stand against the gods.

“Are those not de…”

WE ARE NOT DEMONS! They snapped out surprising Damien.

Demons are mere puppets for the gods.

WE! Are not.

For every god that exists, has existed, and will exist we exist, have existed, and will exist.

We are of equal and even greater power than them.

For we must ensure that those arrogant beings do not unbalance the universe.

“A shit job you guys have been doing,” Damien said as he folded his hands across his chest.

Our power follows the Creator’s will.

“Creator?” Damien asked, the name having piqued his interest.

Yes.

Master of this universe.

They made everything.

Even the gods.

Even us.

“So this Creator. Their will was to let those fucking monsters run rampant on earth only for the gods to come and deal with them making them what… some kind of heroes?” Damien asked, his words becoming curter and curter as anger crept into his voice.

The silence from the voices made Damien think that they had left.

No.

That was ever the Creator’s Will.

Never has been.

And never will be.

“Are you telling me that the gods are stronger than this Creator guy?”

NO!

NEVER.

“Well! They went against the Creator’s will and I do not know about you but does that not mean they are stronger than THE Creator!?

In addition to that, if it was not the Creator’s will then why have they not fixed it and made the world back according to their Will?”

Again with the silence. Damien rolled his eyes at them.

The gods killed the Creator. The voices revealed solemnly

“What?” Damien could not help but shout out.

Was the Creator not more powerful than the gods? Just how powerful were the gods to be able to kill them…

“How..”

WE WERE TRICKED!

PRESENTED US WITH A GIFT OF GOODWILL.

BUT IT WAS NOT A GIFT!

IT WAS SHACKLES THAT BINDED US AND CUT US FROM OUR POWERS.

FOR MILLENUIMS.

FOR EONS.

Without us opposing them, the gods grew stronger and challenged the Creator.

The Creator knew of this.

But without us holding back the gods.

They attacked.

And attacked.

Millions of years passed while they fought against the Creator.

The gods got frustrated since the Creator was not weakening and our bind was wearing down, our powers returning bit by bit.

However.

One Day.

The Creator’s power vanished.

We felt them no more.

And the gods declared their victory.

And sealed us deep down in the bowels of the universe.

The Abyss.

“Okay,” Damien said thoughtfully, he could barely follow what the voices were saying.

What he knew had just been turned upside down. Creator? Fights that took millenniums to settle? Are beings strong enough to oppose gods?

That was considered blasphemy. Common sense had dictated that the gods were above everything else.

“What are you called? The gods are gods what about you?” Damien asked.

We do not need a name.

We are beings that transcended name…

“Alright oh, nameless ones! How will you be of help to me?,” Damien asked sarcastically.

Silence passed then a lone voice said.

Chaos.

A name we were once called by our Creator will be ours again.

“Right then. Chaos.” Damien said as he started walking. He decided to go just with the situation, again these were the cards he was handed so he would play them till he got his rewards.

“I do not care about the fucking sibling rivalry you have with the gods. All I want is power, so much power that rivals even exceeds them so that when I meet a certain fuckface again, I can beat him to a bloody pulp.

Either make me powerful enough to protect my kids or fuck off.”

Arrogant human!

….…

That is why we healed you.

Fine if it is power you want, then power you will get.

In exchange free us.

Unbind us.

Unchain us.

And we will help you bring the world to its knees

“Hold it!” Damien interrupted the excited voices.

What human?

“I do not need the world on its fucking knees. I want to protect my children .” He said.

What if the world stands against you?

Damien gritted his teeth. He was not an idiot, given not the sharpest tool in the shed, but not an idiot. These beings wanted to use him for their purpose.

If their words are true and they can stand on equal footing with the gods, then Damien needs them as much as they need him. Therefore he would use them as much as even more, much much more than they use him.

“If that happens, then this world will fall.”