Holy fucking shit dude. I just had the weirdest fucking dream. I only remember bits and pieces but I was an Olympian demi-god and humans were starting a war on the gods. I was on the side of the gods and was captured, tortured, and spelled to tell them secrets. Soon after humans stopped using me for info and would spell me to fight for them against my gods. They started forcing women to bread with giants. If they survived their children grew 5 times as fast as a normal human child and 4x as big. Breeding masters started to come about to perfect the kind of offspring they would bring into the world, bragging about how they could make the perfect grunt for the front of the line and the perfect assassin for quiet missions (assassins were even born mute if done right). Humans were so desperate to win they summoned creatures from the underworld to make their mounts. These creatures couldn't stand the sun and would become sluggish under its influence. So humans started cross breeding with horses, dogs, hawks, and owls. They even tried with a cat. The results were huge furless things with black skin that shone like hot tar and teeth as long as fingers. The birds looked more like bats because their feathers looked melted together. Like there were feather patterns still there, but they were encased by tight black skin that adjusted to their every movement. The animals were full of blood lust. Even the horses, who normally have a hooked tooth in their mouth, had grown tusks similar to boars and were stronger than both species. The war went on for generations and I stayed a captive for most of it. Until the end when the gods somehow got me back. I told them everything I had learned while in custody including where these breeding pits were. It helped them to win the war. There were a few generations of peace, but it was the kind that felt stretched thin. It reminded me of how it feels just before a massive storm hits. The humans started another war and ransacked Athena's main temple as a way to get the attention of the gods. She was so angry she set loose a curse. “Humans would never know peace, they would continue to war until they've snuffed their existence off the world. The gods would not come to their aid nor would they fight against them. Humans would forget the gods and turn on each other and any who remember would be marked as crazy. This is how it would be until the end of human existence or eternity, which ever came first.” I was then summoned to their counsel chamber and named a traitor. I was told that it was my own choice to serve the humans as I had during the war generations and now as my punishment I would serve them until the end of this curse. Then I was told that my punishment would start only if I were to survive the next few days. Dread filled my chest, my brow furrowed, i even remember trying to make sense of the words that were being spoken to me. I had done everything for them yet here I was being forced to my knees. I remember looking around and seeing the glint of a sword edge before feeling it split me from hip bone to hip bone. My guts spilled out, making a spattering sound and then I was thrown out. I rolled down the stairs of their council chamber. I remember laying at the bottom praying for death to escape my servitude of humans. My vision started fading after a few days of staring at the sky. The last thing I remember was the bright blue dome with only a few puffy white clouds. I remember a soft breeze pulling my hair towards the blood soaked steps on my left. I remember smiling. Then I woke up and was bleeding more than I have in my entire fucking life. I stood so it wouldn't get on my bed and it fucking waterfalled down my legs. I somehow got to the bathroom without getting blood on the floor but I had to and take my pants off in the shower to rinse them of the carnage. Wtf gods. I love you but seriously?!
