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He hated this so called "home". It was a place that he was cursed to be bound and didn't let him the break the same bound.
He did try tho, before even knowing he can't escape.
It was a repeating cycle, in the end whatever he tried he was always at the river of styx covered in blood.
While the blood drained away from his body he looked at the court.
His father, this place... Everything felt like a burden, a obstacle in his way to trying to stop him seeing the face of light;
His birth mother.
She was the reason why he was killing him himself again and again.
She was the answers for his untold questions, questions that would never would explanied by his father. The father that in the first place who created his questions