Strings of Sin

Chapter 5

And the dragonet couldn't find words to voice his opinion, and once again he felt hopeless. He felt as if all the kindness in his life was stolen, he felt as if the very world was against him, and he felt the dirty, twisted society be the root of all his unhappiness again. He looked down and felt all the sorrows of his past hold him back in the moment, and Dignity turned and left his son to relish in his philosophies and ideologies.

And nobody came to help him. And nobody even cared. And nobody wanted him.

And nobody came.

But he deserved every second of it, for he was a sinful creature. But he was only a vessel pulled by the 'Strings of Sin'.

But you want to grieve for him, you want to cry, you want to give him attention, but you will never be there for him.

You won't come.

For you are a vessel of sin pulled by the strings of your God, and so does that make you any better than he is?

***

And the weeks that followed were malicious and corrupted. Stardom had thought that he could erase his father from his life, but daily training made it so hard for him to express his anger in any other way than through his talons and breaths of fire. Productivity and efficiency were his only exposure in his father's presence, and he missed being unlawful and chaotic with his friend and his old teacher. After speaking to no one for so many weeks, he had gotten used to listening. He began to understand his father's philosophies and disliked them greatly.

"Society is inefficient, and its inhabitants are shaped by the inefficient society built around them," Dignity would say to his son. "I do not want you to be raised within the walls we built around ourselves, and one day, you will thank me for enlightening your mind."

And then he would continue. "You have been exposed to the impurities of the disgusting world around you and have developed a rather sympathetic look on the world... pointless."

After hearing so many lectures and receiving so many different viewpoints, all he could do was think deeply as he was pestered by the one-dimensional ideas of his father. And yet, somehow, he felt smarter than his father. Somehow, he felt like he was the smartest dragon in the world. His mind would race and generate fantasy upon fantasy as it tested each viewpoint of society. As the son of the greatest warrior in nightwing history, what was the point of even trying to determine the best society? What could he do when others only desired to possess dominance over each other?

***

And he found himself asking those same questions as he began to creep down the stairs, early in the morning. The compass called him once again when his mind was weak and his spirit was full of sin and malice. The growing daylight began to fade away as he trailed the unbounded steps for the second time in this life. There were no torches, only the dim glow of his soul was present in the darkness, and his compass still urged him forward. His desire was set on bloodshed, and his loathing was set on the abandonment of his guardian.

The trident was glistening, just as bright as when he first saw it, and the marble pedestal had appeared as if it had been there for eternity. And now came the time to pull the trident from its long, eternal rest, and it felt so, so right. The timing was right, it had to be. Destiny is never wrong; nobody can disagree with destiny. Destiny said that it was finally time, it was the right time. The compass in his soul was right!

And so, he stepped towards the trident that whispered a name, a soul, not a name. But if not his name, then what soul's name? What was the point of a soul having a name if it is just a fantasy? But all realism is a fantasy made up of destiny. Destiny is made up by the lawful universe. The lawful universe is made up of the fantasy of realism. But it didn't matter what logic or emotion guided him because neither is of realism. And he stopped to read the carved message on the eternal column again.