Chapter One
Loki
I’m coming undone...
One would be amazed at how much blood, blackened limbs, and red and orange flames I’ve seen tonight. I, personally, was extremely flabbergasted at how I could watch the people that took care of me for all my eight years, die before my very eyes and not shed a single tear. Maybe it was because they were the ones who hated me. Maybe it was because I have heard them calling me a ‘demon’s child’ or ‘spawn of the devil’ for far too long.
I didn’t seem to care about anything anymore.
I was drunk with hysteria. Sirens wailed in the distance. The dying screamed, reaching out to me for help. I didn’t reach back. I sat and watched in silent horror as the flames licked them dry.
I knew the reason for my lack of sympathy. They may have taken care of me, but they had done a terrible job. Anything bad that happens in this house, they would blame me. ‘Oh, it must have been the servant’s boy’.
Servant’s boy. Devil’s child. The kids never ceased to call me omega. I ate last. I slept last. I did everything in their shadow.
Tonight, it’s over.
At long last, they will fall. I’ve been waiting for this for far too long.
I refuse to show sympathy. They brought this on themselves.
This, by far, is my favourite birthday.
“Happy birthday to you...” I whispered, walking through the hot flames. Charred bodies were everywhere. I was surprised that I haven’t gone mad yet.
Or have I?
“Happy birthday to you...” As the embers rose my hands and clothes stank of gasoline. I had done it. This was my beautiful creation.
“Happy birthday, dear Loki...” Smoke filled my lungs. Poisoning it. I felt my body crash onto the ground.
Dancing flames, dancing flames...
I fell into darkness.
Happy birthday to you...
