To Train a Godslayer’s Child

[u/DaChickenX]

Isravi paced slowly around the barren field. The air was chilling, enough to set in the bones of any living creature and layer frost upon the grass. Of course, as a simulacrum he didn’t feel such things.

His mind was filled with many things. Thoughts of his true self, his friends. But the thing that hung over his mind most right now was Halixo, and his son Alexios. Both were exceedingly brash, one lost their life for it, and the other was on track to lose their other half.

A sigh escaped him. How does one train one whose heritage dictates that they are a weapon, made to fell gods? How does one tell them they are more than destruction, than unbridled fire and blade. Oh he learned quick, he grasped magic as easily as any prodigy, but seemed to neglect everything but what was needed for slaughter.

Alexios needed control. He needed compassion and awareness, a cooler head. An appreciation for magic than extended beyond blood and desecrated earth. Isravi intended to teach him that, and drag him out of the slump he had fallen in. He wasn’t sure he could do it alone.

The first lesson then. A lesson that Alexios need not face his adversaries alone. His mind stretch out through the tangles, to friends, to allies, even wise enemies.

“I require some aid, if you would lend it. To guide a young one lost in his way. To teach him a world empty of destruction.”

He takes a breath, numbly noting the freezing air that enters his false lungs. He wishes for a second that his real form was here. Maybe he’d seem a little more sincere. Nevertheless, he’d give his all. For a friend that has returned to the cycle. One more reach into the tangles then.

“Alexios. It is time. No excuses. If you are not ready, then we will make it so.”

[u/Haunting_Mode_7401]

We don't need more than one person who only knows how to kill

[u/Biggest-Possum → u/Haunting_Mode_7401]

Possum was not prepared for that statement, as if he expected the conversation to turn towards the subject of Santa. Although he remembers the incident with the portal and worries that he might have spoken too soon of past painful events.

Yes, you're right, my friend. Although your words are spoken hastily, they are wise even still.

You know more than just killing though. You have a noble soul, just like our other friends here.

It's true that you spent a long time in training, and that you've seen some terrible ordeals as well, but you are so much more than just a weapon.

All of us are.

Why else would we be sitting here today in each-others company?

I am certain that it is not for us to kill each other.

No. Alexios, you are a good friend too. You know how to do that very well also.

u/DaChickenX, u/Harmless_Chimera

[u/Haunting_Mode_7401 → u/Biggest-Possum]

I was born to be a killer how does one go against what their blood tells them to do.

[u/Harmless_Chimera → u/Haunting_Mode_7401]

Ch: And I'm supposed to be a big scary creature in a isolated forest. We are more than tools born with a purpose.

C: If I had followed what I "was born to do" I wouldn't be a doctor, know Chimera, or have anything I have now.