I wake up slowly. Ow... I feel like my arms are breaking. I see blood dripping from my arm. Okay, it's okay. I look up and I see a broken sky. The clouds are torn apart. Olympus is dead. I let out a small chuckle. I wipe blood off my face. I'm fairly sure it's not my own blood. 

There is no price he won't pay.

I look around and see crumbles of an old ruin. At last. I accomplished something that has never been accomplished before. I destroyed Olympus. I killed Hercules. Wait... I look around. Where is Hercules anyway? I hear coughing. I turn. I see a broken man covered in rubble. I brush myself off. I look around. Where's the Sickle? I see my old sword. I pick it up. It feels lighter than ever.

I walk forward. I slam my foot into his shoulder. He looks terrible. He looks covered in blood. It looks like he could barely keep his eyes open. My eyes narrow. I throw my cape back. I think he knows I'm going to kill him. It'll be painless.

"Do...what...you...got...to...do." He smiles.

"Okay." I raise my sword.

Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves.

Monster.

Monster.

I slam the sword into his chest. His parents were kind to me. They showed me how to be a human. I had felt love here than I have in a long time. I feel the blood splatter onto my face. He was... a good man. A tear drops against my face.

"I'll remember you." I say.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔫𝔡