Hello, welcome to the first submission for FWW s3. It's a prelude to a series I'm developing. TW: Allusions to past abuse and violence. Enjoy the ride. Happy reading. — L

His father dies in the end.

It’s brutal, as well as simple. It’s expected as much as it’s shocking, and it’s how things should’ve gone, even if that’s not how his life should’ve been at all.

It’s certainly an event, one that marks a beginning as much as it does an end.

Killing his father has been the one moving engine of his existence, his sole purpose on this earth really, if you take into account everything the man taught him.

You can fear the father, but who you should really be wary of is his child.

You can meet the father, but his child is a direct by-product of him, a straight line into a new being that is born into this domain, his child, under his care.

What happens to a soul when its essence is tainted with cruelty and ruthlessness right off the bat? What happens to it when it comes into a world that makes those sickening attributes bloom like fireworks? What happens when ice-cold hands nurture a doomed soul?

You can look at the environment, at the father's stone heart and ponder where along the way of life did it stop beating, when did it turn him into the epitome of nonchalantness. You can look at his story and wonder where it all went wrong, where it all broke into pieces and made a monster of a man that once promised justice and fairness.

You can always pity and cry the loss of the kind prince, once the tyrant is on the throne.

But what happens when the tyrant has his successor? What happens to that child, who did no wrong and knows nothing of his father’s ways yet? What happens to the child of a despicable being, does the kid become exactly the same?

When you look at this child, secluded from the world, indoctrinated by steel and stone, sheltered by nothing except for cold fingers around his shoulders, which are keeping him in place more than they’re holding him. Do you think he could’ve escaped it?

When looking at the big picture, after years and years of this never ending cycle, does this child understand what’s wrong with him when being a monster is everything he’s known?

He kills his father, in the end.

Do you understand what it took? Are you able to process what this child needed to become to survive such a man? Do you understand that?

Do you understand, while looking at the maroons and magentas, at the blues and greens and indigos of the painting, while looking at the needles that make sure the canvas stays in place, encrusted on the wall? Do you understand what he had to do? That the child fought and survived the monster, and to do so, he had to become worse than him?

the end.

— L.