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Chapter 2- Revelations
Katoteros- (Atlantean word for HEAVEN.) Home of Acheron-
Acheron lay tossing and turning in his bed, as his mind would not let him sleep. He couldn't shut the voice of the mysterious Jace out of his head, as he remembered Jace's screams from the last time he touched him.
`I just don't understand, why would my touch have such a horrific effect on the kid? Who would do something like that, and why? I could understand going after someone close to me, but why Jace?
Who is this kid, and what does he have to do with me?' Acheron thought to himself.
Suddenly there was a fissure of power in the air, and when Acheron turned to see who it was, the Demon Jared appeared. Jared is a broker Demon, that no one knows where he came from, or how he came to be. Jared was a beautiful looking man, with one brown eye and one green. Acheron and Jared have been friends for a long time now, and that is why Acheron respected him enough not to ask him why he does the things he does, or how he came to be in the position he is in.
Jared fell to the floor, bleeding, bruised, his face cut up as if he had been beaten.
Acheron quickly jumped out of bed, and went to aid his friend.
"What the hell happened to you Jared, who the hell did this?" Acheron asked as he helped Jared to the bed.
"We all answer to someone old friend, and the ones I answer to are the incarnation of pure evil." Jared said, as he began coughing up blood.
Acheron manifested some towels, and a bowl of water and began cleaning his friend off.
"I would heal you, but I know my powers don't work on you. What's going on Jared, who's asses do I need to kick?" Acheron asked angrily.
"It means a lot to me that you care, but you can't help me, hell no one can help me. This is not why I'm here, Acheron. I haven't much time, they'll be looking for me. You must protect the boy Acheron, or the world you protect so fiercely will be destroyed..." Jared began, and continued coughing up more blood.
"Boy? Do you mean Jace? Who is this kid, and how do you know about him?" Acheron demanded.
"Acheron listen to me, The Five have been ordered to take Jace. I don't have to remind you how evil they truly are, or how fierce assassins they are trained to be. They won't stop till they have him, they have no conscious, no remorse, no feelings, they only know that once given an order they must fulfill it, or they will fall on their own blades.
Many lives depend on Jace fulfilling his destiny, if he is turned to the dark side, or even killed, not only will the world be destroyed and all the people you guard killed, those closest to you will also die. The ones you call family shall be killed, and you...you Acheron will bring about the end of the world in a fit of rage..." Jared words were rushed, as he spoke through gritted teeth.
"How can I help a kid that I can't even touch? Where did he come from, and why is his life tied to mine? Talk to me Jared, help me understand how one kid could have every badass coming out of the woodworks to kill him?" Acheron asked.
"You know the answer to who he is, deep inside you. I can not say it aloud, you must make him trust you, you must let him know you will stand by his side always. He must be the one to tell you who he is, 'for you will be saved or you will be damned by your own hands Acheron'. This is a trial for you Acheron, and if you fail in this test, you will destroy this world. You will destroy everything, in one fit of anger. That is all I can tell you, my friend. Guard the boy, show him you can be trusted, you must open yourself up to him, everything depends on it, everyone is depending on it. The Five have been sent out, and if you think the Dolophoni are bad, The Five will make them look like fluffy little bunnies." Jared explained.
"Great like I don't get enough cryptic warnings from Savitar, now I have to deal with yours?" Acheron said annoyed.
"I'm sorry Akribos (Atlantean word for Brother) I wish I could tell you more, your one of the only friends I have, or even care to protect." Jared said, putting a hand on Acheron's shoulder.
"Thank you Jared, for coming to warn me. Now what can I do to help you?" Acheron asked.
"There isn't anything, I must get back before they find out I've come here to talk to you. Remember Acheron, just as you went through your human life suffering in pain, you've managed to hide your past from anyone without the power to know what was done to you. You never trusted anyone at your back, it is through your past, that you will be able to reach Jace. You must earn his trust and soon, or I will have taken this beating for nothing, and all your years of trying to save humanity will be for naught. Good luck Akribos, I will come to you again as soon as I can." Jared said before disappearing.
"Thank you Jared, I hope you find the peace your looking for...Akribos!" Acheron spoke into the air, knowing Jared could hear him.
`Who is this kid?' Acheron thought to himself.
I came awake to find Kyle sitting in a chair next to my bed, still wearing the same clothes he had on yesterday. I couldn't help but wonder if he stayed by my side all night because he was ordered to by Savitar, or because he cared about me.
"How are you feeling, Jace?" he asked, his voice sending a thrill through my body straight to my groin. Ugh!!! Complications...
"Like I was hung on a cross and beaten, oh that's right I was." I answered sarcastically, though I didn't mean it toward him I was more frustrated with myself than Kyle.
"It's good to have you back, smart ass and all." Kyle said.
"I'm sorry, Kyle, it's like auto-pilot, my defenses automatically tell me to be a smart ass first, ask questions later. If you know what I mean, and I'm sure you do. You really didn't have to sit with me all night, you know?" I said sheepishly.
"I know I didn't have to, Jace." he said smiling at me.
"All the same...thanks...it means a lot that you did." I said, my cheeks burning.
"I'm glad your happy, Jace Parthenopaeus!" Kyle said.
At first the fact that he spoke Acheron's last name didn't faze me, but when I looked up into his eyes and saw the recognition there, I knew he knew who I was.
"Parthenopaeus? What does that mean?" I asked, trying to play dumb.
"It's your last name, Jace. I sat here all night, wondering to myself, who is this kid? I replayed the events that have transpired since you mysteriously walked into our lives, and I realized one thing...only a son would in one breath show anger towards a parent, and in the next second defend said parent. That's exactly what you did yesterday when Nick attacked your father, Jace. Two second before you were giving Ash the riot act, and the second Nick spoke the way he did to Ash, you began to defend Ash. At first I found it odd that you would defend Ash, but then when you attacked Nick, I just assumed you weren't really defending Ash, you were looking for a reason to fight Nick.
I couldn't be sure, it was a lot of speculation on my part, but then I started thinking about other odd factors...for instance, why would Acheron's mother order me to protect you?
Why would the demon Sami, who for years now has been keeping on eye on Acheron, be your demon as well. Then I noticed Appollymi symbol on the back of your coat, the same one that Ash has on his backpack that he never leaves anywhere.
Add in all the things you said to Ash the first time you were here, when you wouldn't look at him. Plus my powers of empathy, that granted don't work 100% around you, but still gave me the same feelings I've had when I argued with my parents.
Plus the fact that Savitar, who likes no one, loves you the way he does...and the big kicker, the fact that I heard Katra in here, and we all know she's Ash's daughter.
Add that all up, and it equals, Jace Parthenopaeus!" Kyle said excitedly.
I stared at him for a long moment, not saying a word. How could I deny what he gave hours of thought to, how could I tell him he was wrong, when we both knew he was right. I could sit here and argue with him, tell him he was wrong, but what good would that do. Savitar was right, I would have to eventually try to trust someone, and wouldn't Kyle, hot, sexy, sweet, Kyle be a perfect person to try to trust?
"Kyle, please don't let me regret this..." my voice catching as I spoke.
I reached for my special sunglasses that Savitar made for me, ones that wouldn't come off unless I took them off willingly. I kept my eyes closed for a long moment, before I slowly opened them up and looked into Kyle's beautiful green eyes.
He gasped when he saw them, only it wasn't a gasp of disgust, it was one of knowing he had been right.
"You are Acheron's son...you not only look like him, but you have his eyes. Jace, I know it took a lot for you to trust me, and I swear to you, you'll never regret doing so." Kyle said passionately.
"Kyle, he can never know. You can't ever tell him...it...would hurt so many people if he were to find out. Kyle please don't let me be wrong in trusting you with this secret...please!" I begged, as I put my sunglasses back on.
"I promise I won't, I'll leave that for you to do. Jace, can you explain to me why though, I mean he's your father, and he would be so thrilled to know you're his son, why not tell him?" Kyle asked.
"I'm sure I can keep up!" he said.
"My grandmothers life is tied to Stryker, and if Acheron finds out I'm his son...and if he...if he..." I couldn't bring myself to tell him, I didn't want anyone knowing what was done to me, especially not Kyle. What would he think of me then, knowing I was the Daimons whore?
"Jace, you can talk to me, just take your time. I want to be your friend, I want to help you, but I can't do that if you won't let me in." Kyle said.
"If he finds out what Stryker and his men did to me all these years, he'd go after Stryker. If he kills Stryker, he kills my grandmother, if he kills my grandmother he'll lose it and destroy the world. Do you understand now, why I can't tell him?" my words came out in a rush, like trying to pull a band aid off quickly.
"Okay, that is reason enough to not want to tell him. Only, can't you tell him in a way that makes him not go after Stryker, Ash is a reasonable man, if you talk to him and make him understand that, maybe he'll not do what you expect, maybe he'll surprise you." Kyle's optimism could almost make me believe...almost.
"Maybe, being the operative word...I'm not willing to take that chance with my Grandmother's life, Kyle. It's not worth it to me, I won't lose her just so I can call Acheron Daddy." I said, getting out of bed.
"How long do you think you can keep this secret from Ash, before he finds out? I mean, I figured it out, and well Ash is a God, I'm sure before long he'll figure it out." Kyle said.
"I don't know Kyle, I haven't given thought to that far ahead. I only know right now, I have demons coming out of the woodwork after me, and I have no idea who sent them. I have a father who I can't tell that I'm his son, who's best friend I want to kill..." I began, slamming my hand on a dresser as I thought about Nick.
"Nick isn't best friends with Ash anymore, he hates Ash if anything, though no one knows why. But the real question here is why do you hate Nick, huh Jace?" Kyle asked.
"Kyle, I'm sorry but I'm not ready to tell you everything. I don't actually know if I ever will be ready, if you hadn't figured this much out, I don't know if I ever would have told you." I said honestly.
"I won't push you to tell me everything now, but I hope in time you'll see that you can trust me. I hope you'll see the kind of person I am, and that it will be good enough for you to talk to." Kyle said, putting his hands on my shoulders and turning me to face him.
I stared into his eyes, seeing the sincerity in them. I wanted so badly to believe he really meant what he was saying, that he would be a person that wouldn't judge me, wouldn't look at me with disgust when he found out about the whore Stryker made me into.
"Kyle...I..." I began, but no words would come. I was so confused, these feelings growing inside me about him. The fact that he was so close to me, his hands on me, it was to much.
"Jace, it's alright, you don't have to say anything right now. I will prove myself to you, and hopefully then you will see that you can trust me, that you can talk to me, that you can..." he stopped in the middle of his sentence, and I couldn't help but wonder what he was going to say.
He tried to take off my sunglasses, but of course they wouldn't come off without me taking them off myself.
"My eyes are disgusting, why would you want to look at them?" I said, turning my head away from him. He gently grabbed my chin and turned my face towards his.
"They're beautiful, Jace. Nothing about you is disgusting to me, everything about you is perfect to me." he said, his cheeks turning a lovely shade of scarlet as he spoke.
I took my sunglasses off, though I averted looking into his eyes.
"Look at me Jace, look into my eyes. Your beautiful, your eyes are beautiful, your lips are perfect, your hair is perfect, your body is perfect, I think you are perfect. I've never met anyone like you before, and the fact that your trusting me enough to be by your side, to be this close to you, means everything to me. My family treats me like a baby, even though I am the youngest, I'm far from a baby. I mean my twin brother Cody gets more respect then I do, but that's not the point, the point is, I don't feel like a kid when I'm with you.
You make me feel like a man, Jace.
I know you feel this connection we have, I don't need my powers to tell me that much. I can see it on your face, you feel the same way I do. That charge of electricity, that ignites the air when we're together...I'm sorry, I'm saying to much, I always say to much around you.
My point is, nothing about you Jace disgusts me...but maybe I disgust you...maybe I'm reading you wrong, and I'm only wishing you feel about me, what I'm feeling about you." he said, as he ran his fingers over my face. Tracing my lips, my nose, under my eyes, my eyebrows, then letting me go and turning away from me. I grabbed him and turned him to face me.
"No, I don't find you disgusting...annoying yes, disgusting no. I've never met anyone like you before either, your making me feel things I've never felt before, and that scares me. You have the power to hurt me Kyle, and I swore an oath to never let anyone have that kind of power of me...I...your...Kyle, your good, and pure, and wonderful...me, I'm nothing, I'm worthless, I'm beneath you, don't you see? I'm...I..." I couldn't bring myself to tell him, not after everything he just said, but more than that, I knew nothing could ever be between us not when he was so good, and pure, and I was nothing but a used up whore.
"Jace, I know your past was brutal, you don't have to draw me a picture to figure that out. If Stryker had you all these years, then I can only imagine the horrible things he's done to you. But know, I'm not Stryker, nor would I ever look down on you, for the things that happened in your life before you got away from him. I like you Jace, more than I've ever liked anyone, more than I ever thought possible for me to find someone and like them this much. I don't want to scare you off here, I want to be friends...and maybe...Jace...maybe in time you'll want to be more than just friends? Maybe you'll see me as more than just your friend, maybe...gosh this is hard...maybe we could love each other in time?" Kyle struggled to let his feelings out, and though my heart began to flutter at what he was telling me, I knew the reality of my past would be more than he ever asked for. I couldn't bring myself to love him, to have him love me, and then find out the truth about me and walk out of my life forever...that would be more than I could handle...that would kill me.
"Kyle, you deserve someone as good and pure as you are, not someone like me. If you knew the things I've done...if you knew what my life was like, you wouldn't be saying any of this to me..." before I could finish, Kyle grabbed me and began kissing me.
I'd been used in my life, been treated like the whore I was, raped again and again, against my will...but I have never been kissed.
I wasn't prepared for the feelings that over came me, as his soft full lips swallowed mine. It was the first time I'd ever felt this amazing feeling, to have someone kiss me with such a fierce passion, as if I was the only thing that mattered in the world.
A part of me wanted to push him away, but what I wasn't prepared for was my response to his kiss.
He tasted of honey, as I parted my lips and his tongue darted into my mouth, I twined my hands into his long curls, as I pulled him tighter to me. I suddenly couldn't remember my argument for why it couldn't work between us, as all I could do was feel the thrill of having him make love to my mouth with his tongue.
The door began to open, and I quickly stepped away from Kyle. I was dizzy, and lightheaded as I turned away from the door and tried to put my sunglasses on.
"Oh good your up, we were so worried about you. How do you feel, Jace?" Amy asked.
"Fine, thank you." I said, my voice sounding weird even to me. She looked quizzically between Kyle and I, before shrugging her shoulders.
"Are you two okay, were you fighting or something, your both pretty red in the face?" Amy asked.
"It's nothing...um...I'm going to take a shower...my...um...my muscles are pretty sore." I said turning around and walking into the bathroom.
I closed the door and pressed my back to it, before sliding down to the floor and putting my head in my hands.
"What am I doing?" I said to myself.
"Kyle is he okay?" Amy asked Kyle, as I listened through the door.
"He's fine, Amy." Kyle answered.
"Are you okay? Because I feel like I just walked in on something, something serious between the two of you." she asked.
"I'm fine, we were just talking that's all. He was starting to trust me...I think..." Kyle answered.
"That's good, he needs someone like you in his life. Well, I'm sorry I interrupted, I'm going to head back down, do you guys need anything?" She asked.
"No thanks." he answered.
I heard the door to my room close, and knew that Amy had left. I made my clothes disappear, and jumped in the shower. I heard Kyle knocking on the door, but I didn't answer.
"Jace, can I come in?" he asked through the door. I didn't answer, I didn't trust myself enough to speak.
He came in anyway, and I was glad the steam from the hot water was blocking his view through the glass doors.
"Jace, talk to me, please!" he begged, and I wanted to kick myself for causing him pain.
"What do you want me to say, Kyle?" I asked.
"We kissed Jace, or are you going to pretend like that didn't just happen?" he asked.
"It would be best if we did forget that happened, Kyle." though I knew it was one of the most unforgettable moments in my life.
He pulled the door open, and walked in pushing me against the wall and kissing me again. The water cascaded down our bodies, as he assaulted my mouth with his tongue. He never took off his clothes before he came in, letting me know that he hadn't planned this out, he was just acting on feeling, not on thought.
My cock lengthened between us, and I knew he could feel it pressing up against him. I realized in that moment that my cock had never gotten hard over someone before, that this was the first time that I found myself sexually attracted to anyone. Before I had no choice in the matter, the Daimons just took sex from me. I had never gotten hard as they raped my body, but this was different...very different.
I was falling head over heels for Kyle, and my cock had betrayed me and let him know that I was effected by him.
"So do you really want to forget this happened, because by the looks of that long beautiful cock, I can tell you don't?" he asked.
"Kyle...I can't do this...I...just can't" I stammered.
"Do what, kiss me? Get hard from kissing me? Because when I kiss you, you kiss me back, Jace. You feel the same way I do, just be honest with yourself, and me about it." he said.
"Your right okay, I do feel something for you. I feel a lot of things for you, but I'm not ready for this...I..." I wasn't ready for this, nor would he want to touch me if he knew the truth about me.
"Jace, I'm not trying to have sex with you...yet...I mean this is all new to me, I've never been with anyone before...I've never felt this way about anyone, until you. I know you feel the same way I do, all I ask is that you give us a chance." he said kissing me again.
He was right, I had never felt this way until he came into my life. But all the years of abuse, how do I just turn that off and let him in? How could I give him a chance, until I told him what had been done to me? I could never be with him, unless I told him all that Stryker and his men had done to me, and I knew I wasn't ready to trust him with that.
No, I couldn't be with Kyle!
Yet as we stood there kissing passionately, I couldn't remember the reason why I didn't want him kissing me...touching me...my cock throbbed in pain, I was so hard. I could feel my juices flowing, as his hands roamed my body. I realized my hands were all over him as well, I could feel all the muscles of his body as he pressed himself against me. I could feel his hard cock pushing against mine, and I wanted nothing more than to touch it, to taste it, to taste every part of Kyle, to have him inside me.
But with those kinds of thoughts, come flash backs of horrific times from my past. Images of my mouth being raped, while they raped my ass flashed through my mind.
"Kyle...stop...please..." I mumbled, as his tongue fought with my own.
Then flashes of Stryker beating me, after he had used me for his pleasure danced around in my mind. I started shaking uncontrollably. Tears started flowing, as the flashes intensified.
`You filthy, disgusting whore! Why do you make me want you so, why do you make me hurt you so! Your disgusting, the way you throw yourself at my men, and me. Opening your mouth to drink our cum, opening your legs to take our loads. You love being our little whore, taking care of our every need. Look at you panting in heat, you want more don't you? You can't get enough of me, you want me to rape that ass again, you worthless whore!' Stryker would shout at me, as he beat me for making him want me. As if I could help it, as if I wanted it. The more he used me, the more he punished me for what he believed was me making him want me.
"Kyle! Stop, please, stop!" I shouted.
It was then Kyle realized I was shaking, and that I was crying.
"What did they do to you, Jace?" I could hear the anger in his voice, not anger meant toward me, but anger on my behalf.
"Please Kyle, just go...please!" I begged.
But he didn't go, he pulled me into a fierce hug, as we both slid down and sat in the tub. He gently rocked us, holding my head to his chest.
"No one is going to hurt you Jace, not anymore, your safe with me. I promise, your safe with me!" he repeated again and again as he comforted me.
I don't know how long we sat in the tub, Kyle comforting me, as the shower continued to come down on us. I didn't want to move, for somehow in all this madness I was actually finding a sense of peace in his arms.
"What the hell are you two doing in there, and why is Jace naked?" Ash yelled from the door way.
If I could have melted into the wall to disappear, I would have. Kyle quickly got up and moved out of the shower, closing the glass door behind him to give me some privacy.
"Ash...um...Jace...well, Jace was having a...moment...and I was comforting him..." Kyle stammered.
"I can see that Kyle, but why is he naked and in the shower while your...comforting him?" Ash demanded.
"What is it any of your business, and why the hell are you here? Haven't you done enough damage, or are you back to touch me again and do more?" I shouted angrily at him.
"I came to check on you, and we really need to talk Jace.
"I don't want to talk to you, and can you get the hell out of my bathroom!" I shouted, knowing my anger was only fueled by my embarrassment.
I heard the door close, and I leaned against the wall taking huge breaths. This wasn't good, my father just caught me in the shower with a guy.
I guess if I was looking for a reason to make Ash hate me, this is as good as any. I turned off the water and got out of the tub, listening through the door to hear what Ash was saying to Kyle.
"What's going on Kyle, what did I just walk in on?" Ash asked.
"Ash, he's been through a lot and was having a moment, that's all. Savitar and you both told me to watch him, and help him I was just doing as I was told." Kyle answered.
Great, so Kyle was only doing as he was told. Add in the fact that I'm sure he wouldn't want to tell anyone that we kissed, cause he's embarrassed of me, and bam we've hit the jackpot.
"I'm sorry Kyle, its just walking in here and hearing Jace crying, and then seeing him naked in your arms, I kind of jumped to the wrong conclusion. I know you'd never hurt him, and its probably just my guilt for hurting Jace with my touch that I'm projecting the blame onto you. Jace is lucky to have a friend like you, and I know he's safe with you. Now, why don't you go get dried off while I talk to Jace for a moment?" Ash said.
"Will you tell him I'll be back...and...Ash...can you take it easy on him, he's in a really ruff place?" Kyle shyly asked.
"I'll tell him, and don't worry I know what's its like to try and claw your way out of the darkness and into the light." Ash answered.
I couldn't help but wonder just how much Ash had pieced together of what has happened in my life, and wonder what he had been through in his life that would give him insight into mine. I heard Kyle close the door behind him, I opened the bathroom door and walked out in all my glory, not caring that I was standing in front of my father naked.
"Who the hell do you think you are, coming in here and passing judgment on us, and ordering people about?" I demanded.
He looked me up and down, and the corner of his lips curved upward as if he was suppressing a smile.
"If you were hoping to shock me with your nakedness, I'm afraid it will take a lot more than that to shock me. However, before you blind me with that huge thing, would you mind putting on some clothes?" he teased.
How can he stand there and tease me like we were old friends...like...he was my father...
"Oh!" was all I could say, before I manifested clothes on my body to cover me up.
"I guess it's kind of hard to take me seriously with no clothes on, I didn't think...I just came out of the bathroom angry." I said turning away from him.
"Jace, it's fine really. Look, I think we've gotten off on the wrong foot, why don't we start over. I'm Ash, and you must be Jace, it's a pleasure to meet you." he said, smiling the whole time.
I realized looking at him like this, playful, it was hard to remember why I was angry at him to begin with. This was all I've ever wanted, my father, in the flesh talking to me.
Would it really hurt to let him in, just a little?
The world would end Jace, you can't let him in...ugh!
"Seriously? You want to start over, introduce yourself, when you can't even lay a finger on me without causing me torturous pain?" I said bitterly.
"About that, why do you suppose my touch does that to you? I'm sure you know who's behind that, and why they would cause my touch to effect you so?" he asked, completely ignoring me.
"Hmm, let me think about that for a second...You have enemies, they want to hurt you, what better way to hurt you than to curse your touching me with that effect..." my sarcasm would be the death of me one day, stupid Jace, why don't you take out a build board that leads him to finding out the truth!
"Wow, was that an actual answer Jace, I'm impressed" he shot back, and I suddenly realized where my sarcasm came from.
"What do you want from me, Ash?" I asked rolling my eyes at him.
"I don't want anything from you, I'm here to help you, to hopefully be your friend, if you'll let me." he said genuinely.
I couldn't help but laugh uncontrollably, tears of laughter sliding down my cheeks.
"You...want to be friends with me." I said, still laughing.
"I'm glad you find my wanting to be friends something to laugh about, but I'll have you know I'm the best friend you want at your back, especially when your enemies greatly outnumber you." he said, and I knew he was right.
But being near him and not being able to tell him who I really was, was not an option.
"I don't ever let anyone stand at my back, least of all someone who's touch can disable me in heartbeat." I answered.
"Just why is that Jace, I mean I know why I don't let anyone guard my backside, but what happened to you that your so jaded...so guarded?" he asked, truly curious to know the answer.
"You really want me to answer that, your going to have to explain your reasons first? You want to share horror stories with me Ash, do you want to tell me what happened in your life, why you don't trust anyone? You tell me, and I'll tell you, how about it Ash?" I shot back, knowing he would never tell me a thing.
"I think that's pretty fair, I can't expect you to tell me about yourself, without an incentive to do so." he answered, surprising me that he would be willing to share apart of his past with me. Knowing what little I knew from my grandmother, Acheron's life was anything but nice...maybe...maybe if he was willing to tell me, I could be willing to tell him. Maybe Katra was right after all, maybe if I talk to him about what's happened to me all my life, it might put my past to rest. Maybe if I did this, I might be able to have a future with Kyle...maybe...
"You'd really tell me about your past, mister secretive Acheron, who never talks about his past with anyone. Mister fort-Knox of secrets, mister his best friends don't even know about his past is going to trust some kid he doesn't even know with the information? Why?" I demanded.
"Because, I know we're connected Jace, I feel it in my bones. Your right, I never talk about my past to anyone, not even people I call friend. But you, I don't know what it is about you, I feel as if I know you, as if I've always known you...its as if your apart of me...I know that must sound crazy, but that's what I feel." he answered honestly.
I wanted to cry in that moment, he does sense me as a missing part of him...maybe Katra was right, maybe he would open his arms up to me, and love me as his son...
`Dad...your may father...' I wanted to tell him, I wanted to tell him everything...how I've waited all my life to look upon him...how I've waited all my life to hear his voice, to know he cares, to let him protect me from all the evil out there...
But I couldn't, that's not my life...happy endings are for other people...not for me...
"I can sense your turmoil Jace, why don't you just take a chance on me? We could help each other, I know it's easier said than done, but let's take that chance together...I'm willing to do what I never thought I would do, if you are...what do you say Jace, let's help each other out?" his voice was filled with such passion, such vulnerability...I couldn't breath in that moment...he was turning out to be everything I dreamed of...everything his mother, Katra and Savitar told me he would be...how do I say no to him? How do I pass up the chance to know my real father?
"You really would trust me enough to tell me about your past, not knowing what I would do with the information after you've told me?" my voice was filled with awe for this man that stood before me.
"I've never been willing to before, and I really don't trust my instincts they've failed me plenty of times in the past...but, for you Jace, I'm willing to take that chance. I believe that you will do what no one else has ever done before, I believe you will do me right, and not let my trust in you be in vain." he answered honestly.
He's my father and he's willing to trust me...he believes in me...Ash I would never hurt you, I could never hurt you...no matter how much I pretend and try to convince myself that I hate you...I never could you're my father...I love you...
"I would never hurt you Ash, and I would never do to someone what I wouldn't want done to me." I said, looking away from him.
"I know Jace, I can see that your are an honorable person, I can see the mask you hide behind. It's the same mask that I hide behind, one that I know all to well." he said.
I knew it was true, we both really did hide behind the same mask... I was more like my father than I could have ever dreamed of...and that scared me...did I really want to know why my father was called the cursed God...why he was named Acheron after the river of Woe...could I take it to hear the horrors that have been done to such a beautiful man? Would he be able to hear the horrors that were done to me?
"You don't have to do this Ash, you don't have to tell me...I'll...I...I'll take the chance and trust you, since your so willing to trust me." I said.
"Thank you Jace, those words mean more to me than you can ever know. I want to share my past with you, I want you to fully know me, so that you will give yourself completely to me." he said.
Maybe this wasn't just about me, maybe he needing some healing of his own. How could I deny him that...I couldn't deny him...and is it wrong to want to know? To have him give me a part of himself that he hasn't given to my sister or grandmother? Something that I can share with my father alone, that no one else has shared with him?
"I won't let you down, I promise." I said, hoping to ease the weight of what he was about to do.
"I know you wont, I can feel it in my heart. I'm going to use my powers on you, I'm going to give you a memory of my childhood. I'm going to start at the beginning, where it all began." he explained.
"Don't you have to touch me to pass your memory onto me, Ash?" I asked.
"No, I can project my thoughts to you. Sure it would have been easier to touch you, but this will work just the same." he answered.
I took a deep breath to steady myself, my heart pounding in my chest. I didn't know what to expect, and I couldn't help but be scared of what I was about to see.
The images began, like a fog clearing and a world opening before my eyes. I saw my Grandmother pregnant with Acheron, while I heard Acheron's voice in my head explaining what had transpired right before he was born.
The queen of the Atlantean gods Apollymi, found herself pregnant with Archon's child.
After all the centuries of aching for a child of her own, the Destroyer at long last had her desires granted. It was said the island of Atlantis flourished that day and knew more prosperity than ever before. The god-queen celebrated joyously as she told all the other gods of her news.
As soon as the Fates heard her announcement, they looked at Apollymi and Archon and proclaimed that Apollymi's unborn son would ring about the death of them all.
One by one, the three Fates each spoke a single line of prophecy.
"The world as we know it will end."
"All our fates will rest in his hands."
"As a god, his every whim will reign supreme."
Terrified of their prediction, Archon ordered his wife to slay the unborn infant.
Apollymi refused. She had waited too long to have her child to see him needlessly dead over the words of the jealous Fates. With the help of her sister, she birthed her son prematurely and hid him away in the mortal world. To Archon, she delivered a stone baby.
"I've had enough of your infidelities and lies, Archon. From this day forward you have hardened my heart toward you. A stone baby is all you will ever have from me."
Enraged, Archon along with the rest of the Atlantean gods trapped her in Kalosis, a nether realm between this world and theirs.
"There you will stay until your son is dead."
And so the Atlantean gods turned on Apollymi's sister until they forced a confession from her. But Apollymi had hid her son Apostolos in a pregnant queen of Greece, and tied her child's life to her own. And so the Greek Queen bore twins, Acheron and Styx, Styx for the river of hate, and Acheron for the river of woe.
What Apollymi didn't know was that on the day Acheron was born, his twin Styx looks exactly alike, except for one thing, their eyes. While Styx's eyes were blue, Acheron was swirling silver. Her sister the Goddess of desire, touched Acheron cursing him to be desired by all, and with that touch changed his eyes to his Atlantean true god colored eyes.
Acheron was a cursed god, upon his birth the high priestess said 'he will be called Acheron for the river of woe. Like the river of the underworld, his journey shall be dark, long and enduring. He will be able to give life and to take it. He will walk through his life alone and abandoned-ever seeking kindness and ever finding cruelty. May the gods have mercy on you, little one. For no one else ever will.'
My human mother would not look at me, not touch me, nor would my human father. They hated me. The only one that ever treated me with a loving hand was my sister Ryssa, while my human mother and father treated me with cruel hands, beating me instead of loving me. My twin Styxx, was treated like the prince he was, while I was treated with scorn and hate. My human father sent me to live with my uncle, when I was still a boy.
`and just like that, he continued to show me his childhood, his beautiful sister Ryssa and the tears she cried over him. His horrible brother, and human parents that couldn't find a shred of compassion for this helpless little boy...and his terrible uncle and the abuse he committed upon him...
When the images began of the first time his uncle sexually abused him, my own memories began to go at war with his. It was like reliving my own past, or I was reliving his...he showed me everything, from his love for Artemis, to being gelded, to the last thing I saw which was Apollo gutting him from stomach to his chest...I couldn't take anymore, I never wanted to see any of this...
"Stop it! Stop it, I can't...I don't want to see anymore...please I beg of you stop this Acheron!" I begged as the tears streamed down my face.
"I'm sorry Jace, I didn't mean to upset you." he said, though he didn't understand what I was feeling in that moment.
He looked embarrassed, as if I was thinking something horrible of him. That was far from the truth, the pain I felt knowing that he went through the same things I went through, that's what was tarring me apart. I wanted to kill those that harmed this defenseless little boy, those that should have protected him. Had he ever seen a kind hand?
"I'm sorry Acheron, I'm...so sorry..." I cried harder, as I suddenly understood my grandmothers desire to destroy the very people that had done this to him. I knew it was only the beginning of his story, but I knew I couldn't handle how much darker I was sure it was about to get. I wanted blood, I wanted to kill those that had done this to him. I hated myself in that moment for ever being mean to him, thinking he knew nothing of the pain I had suffered in my life, and learning that his pain was far greater.
"Jace, I want to comfort you, but I don't know how. Talk to me please, tell me what your thinking?" he asked, and I could hear the catch in his voice, the sound of a man wanting to know that I didn't find him disgusting...it was the same sound in my voice when I was speaking to Kyle earlier.
"I hate them for what they did to you, I hate the Fates and what they did to you...I'm so sorry Acheron, no one should have to be put through what you've been through...nobody." I said between sobs.
"You mean you...um...you don't think I'm disgusting?" he asked.
"By the gods no, how could I ever think that of you? You were a child, what was done to you was not your fault, those that were supposed to protect you abandoned you. How could I ever find you disgusting for what others have done to you?" I said, composing myself. I saw him take a huge breath of relief.
"You're handling this better than I would have imagined, Jace." he said.
That's what he thinks!
Inside I'm dying right now, knowing that he went through things a thousand times worse than I did. How could anyone do these things to kids, why was my fathers past relived through me?
"Why do the Fates hate us so, Acheron?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"You'll find in life, when people fear the unknown, they act out in cruel ways. My sisters feared my birth, feared my real mother, and acted out on those fears." he answered.
"That really doesn't make me feel any better, not at all. So, why do you dye your hair black with a streak of red, if your natural hair color is blond?" it was a stupid question, but one of a million I wanted to know.
"For the same reason you hide behind those sunglasses, Jace." he answered quickly.
He was partially right, I did hide behind my sunglasses. My eyes made others uncomfortable, and I couldn't have him recognize me as his son.
"What happened to your twin brother, Styxx?" I asked.
"He's living in New York, trying his hand at a life neither of us was able to live." he answered.
"Well I hope I never run into him, I don't know if I could control my temper." I said, knowing I would give him a beat down for his part in my fathers childhood. I knew there was much more to his story, but I also knew right now it was more than I would be able to handle hearing.
"It's comments like that, that confuse me. Why would you defend me, or lose your temper on my behalf toward anyone who's done me wrong? Jace, please, help me to understand your feelings about me." he begged.
Uh-oh...the million dollar question...
It was time for him to learn what I had been through, only I wouldn't show him the faces of those he knew. I would just have to wiggle around the truth for now, and hopefully one day be able to tell him who I am without him losing his mind to the truth.
"I'm going to try and do what you did, and show you my past. Bare with me please, I don't have full control of my powers all the time." I said.
I closed my eyes and held my hand out towards him, I focused on showing him the memories of my life, blurring the faces of those he knew. I could feel a tingling sensation in my mind, as the memories poured out of me and into him. I heard him gasp, as one by one the tortures of my life were being played within his mind. I played them all the way through, stopping when I got the memory of Sami seeing me hanging from the cross. I lowered my hand, opened my eyes, and saw the look of horror on his face. I turned away from him, unable to look at him any longer.
When he finally spoke, I could hear that he was all chocked up, hear the anger in his voice.
But then his voice became more...demonic, and I turned my head around to look. His skin was marbled blue, his hands turned in to black claws, a long tail waved behind his backside. Horns grew out of his head, and his eyes became fiery red.
I did the only thing one would do in a situation like this, I screamed.
"Jace, it's me...I'm sorry, I never wanted you to see me like this. This is what happens when I become enraged, and right now I want to taste the blood of those that did this to you!" his voice rumbled through the room.
I couldn't help but wonder if I turned into the same thing as him, and just didn't know about it.
Kyle came running through the door just then, he must have heard my blood curling scream.
"What the hell is going on in here?" Kyle shouted, as he ran to stand in front of me.
"Roarrrrrrrr!" Acheron bellowed, as he threw his head back. Kyle pushed me back away from Acheron.
"Acheron, please calm down, your scaring me!" I shouted.
Though I wasn't scared about myself, I was scared for him. I'd never knew he turned into...this...thing...and I was afraid of what he would do now that he had turned into it.
Next thing I knew, Acheron disappeared from the room. I spun my head around the room, looking for him but he was gone.
"What the hell happened, and where did he go?" Kyle asked frantically.
"I...I don't know...Matera! Matera, please show yourself, I need you!" I shouted into the air. The shade of my grandmother appeared before us.
"M'gios, what's wrong?" her voice filled with concern.
"Matera, it's Acheron...he...changed, into some kind of monster! Then he just disappeared, and I don't know where he went!" my voice panicked.
"He changed into his God-form, in front of you? M'gios, tell me everything that happened?" she asked.
"He came to see me, to talk to me...he wanted to take a chance and trust me, to show me I could trust him. He showed me his life, and all the horrible things that happened to him. My reaction made him begin to ask questions that I couldn't answer, so I showed him what happened to me. I hid everyone that he might know, I hid their faces from him. Only that didn't matter, when he saw what happened to me, he flipped out, he became angry over what was done to me. At that point, he changed, and then he disappeared. I don't know where he went, or what's happening to him. I'm scared for him, Matera, I'm scared for him." the words came out in a rush.
Acheron appeared in Artemis bedroom, bellowing in a rage so potent, Artemis jumped out of her bed and backed away from him.
"You know better than to go this long without feeding on my blood, Acheron! If you weren't off chasing after some boy, you wouldn't be turning into the monster you despise!" Artemis spat at him.
Acheron was beyond all reasoning, his bloodlust was so intense, he needed to feed, before he became the true Harbinger of Destruction. He ran at Artemis, wanting to bite and drink from her, but she disappeared from in front of him to another wall. He turned his head and once he saw her, went after her head on.
The wall behind Artemis disappeared, revealing a hidden room, as Acheron was almost upon her, she disappeared, and he tried to stop himself, and went sliding into the hidden room.
Artemis reappeared in the doorway, and Acheron turned to run back at her, he slammed into an invisible wall. Artemis stood there pleased with herself, as Acheron pounded on the invisible door.
"This will teach you to ignore me, Acheron. I will feed you when I'm ready, when I feel you've learned your lesson. I will not stand by while you chase after some boy, I mean really Acheron have you gone back to being a whore for men now?" she asked angrily.
But Acheron was beyond speaking, he was in a frenzy of hunger, the pain eating away at his sanity. He threw himself against the door, again and again.
"Stay put until I'm ready to feed you, this room negates your powers, so sit and think of what your doing Acheron, while I deal with this whore you've been chasing after."
Artemis made the door solid, leaving Acheron in the now dark room. He whimpered, and growled, as he hated the dark, to many horrible memories of being punished in small, dark rooms.
"This is taking to long, maybe we should call Katra and see if she can find him?" I said, as I paced the room for the 100th time.
"It's Acheron, he can take care of himself. Maybe he just needed to calm down, Jace." Kyle said, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder.
"I've been nothing but trouble for him since the moment he met me...if...if anything happens to him it will be my fault." I said, putting my head in my hands.
"Jace, he's your father, you told him the horrible things that happened to you, what would you expect him to do? Of course he's going to be outraged, and want to kill the people that hurt you. Ash takes humanity to a whole new level, he doesn't like to see anyone hurt and with you he feels a connection, I mean we know he's your father, but he doesn't. He doesn't understand why he feels this connection with you, and then to witness the things that happened to you...he just needs to cool down, if anyone can take care of himself, its Ash." Kyle said.
I understand what Kyle is saying, but that didn't help ease my guilt over what Acheron was going through. I just wish I knew where he was, and how I could help.
Out of no where, five weapon wielding demons appeared in the room, surrounding us.
"Who the hell are you, and how the hell did you get in here?" Kyle asked.
"You are of no concern to us boy, we are here for the prince!" what must be the leader said. He waved a hand, making Kyle disappear.
"Kyle! What did you do to him?" I shouted.
"You should not worry about him, you should be more concerned about what we are going to do to you, Prince whore!" he spat.
"Bring it on, cause I'm not going down without a fight!" I shot back.
I just hope my rage over Acheron was enough to help me bring these guys down, or I was going to be in a lot of trouble.
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