Chapter 35

Listening to the sad tale of the teenager, I asked more about his predicament. Knowing he could not escape, even if he wanted to, I put him on the ground, and asked more about him, and any other news he might have heard. Pulling out his phone, he showed me a video from the tsunami coming from my entry into the world. The video showed me coming out from the sea and pouring trash over the crowd of people on the rooftop, and finished after I gave my warning and left. This turned into a huge news story, being picked up by news outlets from around the world, and was picking up traction from environmentalists and conspiracists alike, claiming that the earth was going to start fighting back if they continued to destroy it. Ironically, they did not need very long to be proven correct, as the very next day, a giant monstrosity was captured on camera, and live streamed rampaging through a city in India absorbing and crushing everyone and everything.

Looking at the video, I was positive that it couldn’t be anything except the Hecatoncherie rampaging and growing stronger with every person it absorbed into itself. ”Damn it, I knew that bastard would pop up somewhere, but I was hoping the fall, or journey through time might have killed, or crippled it.” Apparently, the government started sending their army to fight the monster once it started its rampage, but were having a hard time killing it. Every time the monster was blown up and shot full of holes, he was able to pull itself back together and started splitting into smaller monsters who were rushing around to hunt more people to absorb into itself. This was not all though, as china was having a press storm from the disappearances of multiple representatives of the government, including their president, and a number of political party members. They even released a statement, blaming Americans and Japanese, for plotting their government’s demise, and were now threatening war. Listening to the teenager as he finished speaking to me, he turned and asked, “So, are you going to eat me?” Slightly insulted, I answered, “Why would I eat you? Look at how small you are, it would be like you trying to eat a small mouse or large cricket, it wouldn’t fill me up, and I won’t waste my time cooking you.

Slightly relieved, he asked me, “So, why are you here then? Have you come to judge us all?” I was about to laugh at him, until the realization that I might indeed have to judge this group hit me. “It’s complicated.” I answered now sitting next to the tiny man staring up at me. Looking down at him, I asked, “You seem like a smart kid, I’m sure you realize, or have at least noticed, that your world has been thrown out of alignment.” “Your summers are getting hotter, and your winters are becoming more and more like the summers.” “If this continues, your ice caps will melt, flooding everything, and the resulting devastation from refugees, and mindset of survival of the individual over all else will lead to a terrifying future.” “Your corrupt leaders will do nothing about it, because they are bought and paid for by the very people doing the most damage, and, to top it all off, even if a single country does its best to realign itself with the world, it will not be rewarded, but will instead be punished by paying more for the services and losing their competitive edge with their neighbors.” “All of this ensures that the growing pollutants and destruction continues, unable to stop or correct itself.” “The country that we are in right now is by far the worst offender in the world. This single country produces more than all the other nations pollution combined, and has no plans to stop the destruction it is producing.” “Knowing this, if you had the power to stop the destruction of the planet, would you?”

Looking at me, and thinking of the weight his words might have on the future of the world, he answered. “If you have to destroy part of the world to protect the rest, maybe you should just let the destroyers decide what part of them needs to be cut off.” “Kind of like if you break it, you buy it type of thing, and if you are a country or people who work to help take care of the world, then you won’t have to worry about being destroyed, but to do that, you would have to have an army.” Thinking of the teenagers words, I had a strange idea, but before I could see if it would work, I needed to know more about the teenager himself. Speaking to him for a few hours, I found that he was born in Europe, and raised by an orphanage. He finished high school early, and realizing he was too old to realistically be adopted, he ran away. Going from one place to the next he traveled all over the earth looking for something more than the horrible world he grew up in, but found the terrors of humanity wherever he went.

The worst part, by far, was when he was tricked and sold into a trafficking ring for teens. This was how he had found himself in china. Trafficked into the country, he escaped, but could not find a way back. With his documents stolen from him, and having no one to rely on but himself, he went to the police, who, after listening to his story, and finding out who he was and expecting no push back, arrested the teenage foreigner, sending him to jail for illegally entering the country. Spending a year in jail, he was released in china, becoming a vagrant in an unforgiving country of harsh hearted people. Listening to the sad tale of the teen, I asked, “If you had the power to change things, would you?” Looking excited, the young boy responded emphatically, “Yes! If I had the power, even if it was only just chance, I would take it.” Thinking for a moment longer, and finally making up my mind, I spoke once more, If you desire the power to make the world a better place and are willing to risk your life, and spill the blood of others, I will let you serve me, what says you?” “Yes!”

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The boy affirmatively and emphatically responded to the question, hoping beyond hope, that he would find what he had been searching for his whole life. Looking at the hopeful human next to me I asked, “What is your name?” “My name is Eain, great god.” Nodding my head in acknowledgement, I asked him one last time if he was willing to risk his life to serve, receiving an emphatic yes. Taking off my metal gauntlets, I picked up my poleaxe, and transformed it into a dagger. My plan was simple. If my mother and fathers could make titans and gods, then I should be able to as well, right? Typhon even has a small group of weird hopping monsters as his followers, and he is trapped underneath a mountain range.

With these thoughts rushing through my mind, I had the young boy make a pledge to never betray me on pain of death. After making the pledge I put the dagger on my thumb, and cut it open, causing a thick mercury like drop of golden blood to gather on the surface of my skin. Pulling the boy up next to me, I cut his chest and stomach open causing most of his blood to flow out, and would certainly kill him if this did not work. Waiting until most of the human blood was drained, I released the bucket size drop of blood on him, covering his torso, and causing him immense pain. Screaming from making contact with the blood, his heart began beating wildly, causing the new, thicker blood, to be pushed slowly to his organs and limbs. I could see the bright golden blood slowly pumping through his veins as he screamed in agony.

Suddenly, he began convulsing on the floor and his heart stopped. Thinking I had killed him, I studied him for a few hours, and was just about to start burying the boy, but I began hearing a strange cracking noise. Looking at the corpse, and hearing the cracking noise, I realized it was the boy’s body, rapidly growing, breaking, popping bones and cartilage from the rapid growth, and re-growing over damaged areas. This continued for another six hours, until the original five foot ten human stood at 8 foot 6 inches tall. The boy’s skin had grown much tougher, and was now bronze, with muscles like steel. His hair had turned a bright red and coarse, rough hair, had grown all over his body. His teeth had also enlarged, each as large as a fifty cent piece, and now having two rows. Finally awake, the boy stood on his new legs and examined his new tall and muscular body. Smiling from ear to ear he began bowing and thanking me for his transformation.

Surprised my idea actually worked, I began thinking of what else I could do with my powers. When I realized I had forgotten what I had set out to do in the first place. Explaining what I was doing to my new helper, he told me of a place he wanted to show me. Not having any particular destination in mind, I decided to follow him. Putting on my false image ring, and creating the image of a young Chinese man that was seven foot tall, we took off to our destination. Thankfully, it did not take long to reach the destination, as it was far away from major cities and human hubs. Standing in the barren area I couldn’t help but be curious, “why did you bring me here?” With a saddened look on his face, he told me, “After a few months of living in the trafficking ring, I had friends. Unfortunately, this was a bad place to make new friends.”

“Our captors always used group punishments.” “If one of us messed up during a task, we would all be beaten, and if someone escaped, someone else had to be killed.” “When I first escaped, I dreaded coming here, dreaded finding out who had paid for my freedom, but I eventually had to know.” “It was driving me mad.” “After digging up the spot here, I found not one, but all my friends buried here.” “To these bastards, our life was meaningless, and after making them look bad, they must have wanted to make an example out of the whole group. This whole group, had been tortured, before they were killed, and the girls got the worst of it, but I’ll let you determine why that was. The people who did this were using the lives of lost and desperate teens and foreigners to get rich, and fulfill their evil wishes. Great being from above, please, help, or avenge this tragedy. I have searched everywhere in the world for a being like you, one that could help, and not just remain silent. Looking at the spot the small half giant child was standing on I began feeling some kind of vibration coming from under him. I had felt this before with my scythe. Thinking it through, I somehow knew what it was, “Resentment, and anger.”

Wondering what I should do, and staring at the face of my new fanatical follower. I realized, I think he thinks that I’m all powerful. I was about to crush his new dreams when I saw the hope and grief in his eyes and the despair laying underneath it all. I don’t know why, but I had the sudden impulse, that I couldn’t let him down. Not over this at least. Feeling and seeing how much this mean for the boy I put my thinking cap on and thought for a second coming up with a new idea. Once I had my idea set, I put my hand over the section he told me they were buried, and pulled up a total of 15 people and a lot of dirt. I stopped digging once he told me that was all of them, but realized, this must have been a spot for a lot of groups to dump bodies. Underneath the fifteen victims, I could feel hundreds and hundreds of souls screaming out in injustice and pain. Taking off one of my gauntlets, I cut my finger once again, dropping one drop on the ground, and drawing a totem to represent myself. Unsure if this would even work, I took in a deep breath, and concentrated on the inside of my lungs pushing the light from my body into my breath, and finally exhaling once I could no longer hold on and put any more light into the breath. Phoosh!