EMPIRICAL

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for celeste, who loves Apollo just as much as i do and is an absolute sweetheart.

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APOLLO: (the Greek god of music, healing, light and of truth)

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APOLLO IS A CONTRADICTION. With sunlight coloured hair, sea green eyes which are a living, breathing, enticing phenomena magnetizing your soul towards him and sickly pale skin (he tends to get sunburnt in the sun), he does look like the God of Sun. Of light, of hymns and music. Of greatness. Of beauty. His lips are a light shade of fuchsia. He is unmistakably a God. But his hands are tainted with darkness. With the blood he shed to keep his crown intact. To keep himself a legend, he has killed everyone even though he is forgetting that there will be no one to see his glory. He will do anything to get the throne now.

He sees everything in technicolor. His hands as clouds of black blanketing marble white. The ground beneath him a revolting shade of ochre and faded crimson. Most of the blood is already sucked through his bones. His sea green eyes don't look a brilliant shade of green, but rather the most revolting shade of bile, making him seem almost human. Inside him is a never ending, tormenting abyss of sins but as long as ichor is pumped by his heart, repentance will steer away from him. Olympus looks gray, monotonous as always with blue blots wherever his father has walked. It disgusts him.

Apollo feels cheated. He was cheated by Hermes when he was young. He is not going to be beguiled anymore. He is the king of Earth and the entire universe and his crowning must be tonight. Everyone will witness the beginning of a new era. Just as he has always envisioned it to be. He has bled long enough and it's all he can do. He's king of a kingdom. Apollo wants to be feared and not just worshipped. He is not another filthy immortal God that wishes to bowed down to gracefully and get half hearted offerings. He needs to rise, save those who call out for his help. He needs to feel great. He is desperate for power. He is going to create a fucking legacy. He has tried too long to fly but his wings start bleeding again, staining his kingdom. (which doesn't really exist.)

Everything is chaotic and no one and nothing makes sense. His world is a vividly colorful blur, a concentrated solution of losers, weepers and winners. His face might be godly, his actions aren't. He counts his flaws on his fingers. And at times, his toes help him with counting of his flaws. He reeks of hypocrisy. He reminds himself of his father, Zeus. He feels like puking. And then, there is poison on his lips, spewing words that give him fleeting seconds of
s a t i s f a c t i o n.

He has crossed the line of sanity but if that promises him a feeling of being alive, he will be recklessly insane. He has folded all of his cards, for an unfulfilled, impossible quest. He's dying to live, to feel anything else besides the agony of not getting the throne and losing. His substance is fading and everyone in his kingdom is dead. There's no escape from the demons for they are in his head. nononononononono

He's in denial and Artemis won't help and he's succumbing towards destruction with no route out. The God of light is rotting in the dark. His crown is slowly slipping and once it meets the ground, he will be the compilation of a loser like he always was. He will scatter into pieces and fall away and give up yet he won't die and he knows all this by experience of a millenia.

a/n: so, finally chapter one is up! in case anyone is wondering, this won't be a full story. it is going to be a collection to mythology one shots because i'm kinda indecisive when it comes to stories. also, school will kill me in junior year.
okay, enough. so i hope y'all liked it? or not? hope it lived to your expectations. i'm just so excited lol. all the comments on epigraph made me extremely happy! that's it. comment your thoughts, i love them. also, don't forget to vote!

have a fabulous day.

song for the chapter : Drown by Tyler Joseph. (check it out, you'll absolutely love love it!)

-aaro
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