Too Strong for Sadness

He didn't have to wait long until both his parents showed up, both with a somber look upon their faces. He look from his father to his mother, a look of confusion on his face. Joined the gods? No... There was no way that that was true. The demon just shook his head in disbelieve, not willing to accept it. The pink tinted brute shook his head yet again, more violently than the first time. "No..." he said simply, his vocals strained as he supressed his anger. But it wouldn't hold for long, his paw slamming on the earth as his claws scared the landscape. "NO!" Apollo roared, a growl tearing free from his pink lippids. This was not happening, this couldn't be true. A sickness? But they were Olympian's, sickness should not effect them.

"If the gods protect us so, then why did they take my brother from this doe?" He spat, inclining his head towards his mother. She has done nothing wrong, and to lose both sons? And it was his fault... He vanished. A cry of pain left his maw, a sob breaking without any tears to follow. He was too strong to cry. "Maybe if I would have stayed, his life would remain unclaimed. I could have helped him, or at least been here to watch his life dim. He was so young, not enough air left his lungs. Please tell me this is not true, this is just too much to chew." His heart of steel seemed to splinter and melt, his head hanging after he was spent. How could he let this happen? Maybe he was the cursed son after all.



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