"Have you heard of the story of Narcissus?"

Said a man carrying a combat knife.

"If you haven't, too bad..." He said as he stop in front of a binded person kneeling on the ground.

"I'm not here to tell his tales."

"W-why are you doing this?!" Said the person kneeling down.

"But I can tell you this much..."

He points the tip of the knife towards the eye of the person kneeling down.

"W-wait..!"

"Revenge is unfair and completely one sided..."

"N-No!"

"Just because someone hate you, they prayed their heart out wishing for your death and for you to know pain and despair..."

He stops his movement before the tip of the knife pierces the person's eye.

"That's exactly what Nemesis did, She never thought about how Narcissus felt. All she cares is that Narcissus felt pain and despair from rejecting the love of a fairy."

The kneeling person is speechless, quite literally because a knife is only a few centimeters away from their eye.

"Narcissus suffered greatly from his curse, he lives his life in pain and despair before he eventually killed himself..."

He draws the knife back.

"Gods sure are cruel don't you think? Just because someone does what they don't like, even though they didn't do it on purpose, Gods hated them for it..."

The man puts the knife on the ground.

"Same thing happened to Medusa and Prometheus..."

Then he pick up the knife again.

"In your case however, you're the same as Prometheus..."

And in an instant, he drives that knife into the person's eye.

At the same time, that person screams in agony from having his eyes slowly and painfully gouged out.

"You did something that angers the God, angered someone that asked for my assistance in delivering judgement."

The man stood up, on his hand is a knife with an eyeball skewered into it.

The person on the ground, seems to be a man, writhe in pain as he's drenched in the pool of his own blood.

"And like Prometheus, you did it on purpose."

He approaches the man on the ground.

"S-stop! W-why are you doing this?! W-who are you?!" Said the man on the ground.

"Prometheus asked but two things while being eternally punished by Zeus..."

"N-No..., stay away!"

"How long have I suffered this curse? How long..., Must I suffer this curse?"

Then he repeatedly stabs the man's Thigh.

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And with each stab, his wound gradually become bigger and bigger.

Since he is binded, he can't do anything but scream and struggle in vain.

"I-I'm sorry...! I'm sorry!! P-please s-stop!" screams the man on the ground.

"Prometheus never asked for forgiveness..."

He stops stabbing him.

"Not that Zeus ever gave him a chance of redemption..." He raises the knife and then drips of blood fell from the knife. "Not that he'll ever forgive him."

He then intently stares the man right at his eyes.

"So what happened to Prometheus you might ask?"

He puts the knife on the man's stomach.

"N-no more!"

The man then stabs his stomach, slicing it open from side to side.

His innards gushed out of his stomach, and blood flood out of it as if a waves of water bursts out form a broken dam.

"He had his guts eaten by a bird every single day..." He pulls the knife away from the man's stomach. "And every night, when the moon shines, his wounds are healed."

"A-a-ahh..." The man on the ground gasp desperately, as he watches each of his organs fell out of his stomach one by one.

"But because Zeus made him Immortal..." He reaches out for the man's stomach with his hand. "It goes on..." He forcefully pulls his organs from his stomach.

"And on and on and on and on and on..." He pulls it one at a time.

With each organs pulled away from him, the man's death got pulled closer to him instead.

And with his dying breath, he saw the man before him.

"Such is the fate of the condemned..." He said as he stood up, looking down upon the helpless man.

"Such..., is the fate of the hated."

Then the man died.

"But I'm not a God..."

He picks up the knife from before.

And then he slices his palm with it.

Blood starts pouring out.

"I'm just a man."

He stops slicing and raises his hand to the air, blood rapidly dropping down from his hand.

"A sinful man with no hope of redemption."

He clenches his bleeding hand.

"But unlike you, Narcissus, and prometheus, God won't be my judge."

He look at his bleeding hand.

"I will bring about my own judgement..." He puts the knife on his hand again. "When I'm worthy enough of death..., one day." But he does nothing, he simply put the knife back to its seathe.

"But before I accepted death's dance..."

His eyes are burning with desire, burning with unquenchable thirst for blood.

"The world shall know vengeance..."