Oct 12, 2008 18:45
At last, it was over. Hades's ridiculous demands had been met, and Shia would be back any moment. Mewtwo watched the body lying on the flat table of his main hall intently, searching for a sign of life. If Hades had betrayed him, he would find and kill the god of death himself.
Now that there was nothing that he could do but wait, his self-doubt had returned. Why had he done all that? She had controlled him somehow from beyond death. He gained nothing from the many humiliations he had gone through for her sake. This ...made no sense.
He was trying to force his talk with Freyja from his mind. He didn't care. He could not. He had the plans for his creation, and they specified that the capacity for compassion was to be removed. His creators had reached their goal in constructing the most powerful being alive. Could it be that they had failed in crafting that one aspect of him?
It was impossible. Of course it was. It had to be, or else he was not what he was meant to be. To be the ideal weapon was why he existed. If he was not that, he was worthless.
He continued to watch the body of the demon whose revival was so important to him.
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hades,
shia,
freyja,
rl,
mewtwo