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LIVING CORPSE ⠀───┈ A PUPPET PERSONIFIED.

“ i say.. cage that hideous thing up in bloody armour! “

helena was shrouded in the icy, piercing sensation of metal that felt like daggers piercing their decaying skin, concealed from the world.

for someone of their calibre to coexist in such a realm—a living graveyard stepping foot on the underworld—was not unsettling. however, there is no question that the actual monsters are the ones who reside in the human realm.

being born into a renowned clan of grandeur, helena was an outcome of an unintended pregnancy. completely unaware of their identity and purpose, and was determined to accept their life's odds as a mistake despite their absurd actions.

solely because helena was far from ordinary.

crooked pupils that were touched with its black and white hue—a symbolism of grief. their skin pale, resembling a corpse, existence akin to the dead. there were strange structures covering every inch of their orbs. who would look at a man with such an abnormal gaze?

people will insult and vilify the young woman, even if it means risking their life; people leave a speck of blood on their body as a token of shame for living.

" this isn't my daughter, you created a monster! you cursed me! "

it was a strange sight to see them at such a young age having stepped foot in the underworld. their mother wouldn't even accept them for who they are, so their father took them. because as the family believe, helena does not belong in the place of mortals.

but the poor, poor demigod ended up in the care of an idealist parent. all helena wanted was their father's approval, and love, like everyone else. they would always believe that their father does everything-out of sincerity, and security.

" you are one brave little girl, helena. "

her demeanour vividly expressed inquisitiveness. helena found it difficult to read their father, they will never know how he feels. nor what he thinks, she can’t read him at all.

" and you will be my greatest soldier, " he said. scraping their metal armour from her wretched body.

some assert that you shouldn't question someone with an underworld origin, especially if they were born for greatness, such as the entities tied to erebus. children follow instructions and develop into the finest individuals that everyone wants them to be. be someone who is deserving. helena had a lifelong need to feel worthy, but as they age, her consciousness resonates.

“ i never existed for war, father. i have always sought peace. “

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HELENA ⠀───┈  SHE WHO HARBOURS VENGEANCE.

everything went black as i was faced by the beam above. it was peacefully serene throughout the crevices of the underworld. there was nothing but a perplexed soul who had never given much thought to their destiny.

nothing but a long high - pitched sound that can be heard in the distance, the once tranquil surface shakes uncontrollably, and my body becomes limp as an outcome of the energy this exerts on mine.

collapsed on the marble floor, my eye sockets crooked with blood as i knelt down. quavered in horror as i reach for my father, who had turned away from me, and started to call his name, my body trembling with paranoia.

" no soldier of mine desires peace. "

shrieking in agony as a scorching pain tore through my flesh. i had no idea living has been this torturous, yet somehow the roiling anguish was what they deserved.

so, once more, everything came to a halt. and as i lost consciousness, my suffering came to an end.

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FORLORN ⠀───┈  THE DESPERATION OF AN ABANDONED OFFSPRING.

i would always look upon the canvas of perfection, a living figure that's seen as alive and well. mother loved that thing, their insides are red— skin as white as snow. my gaze never left this being, it looked back at me— the innocence in their gaze. the fear of their orbs upon mine.

i looked at every corner of her joints.

she would make a great doll for my collection.

but mother wouldn't be bothered, right? i always loved creativity, think what's out of the box. there's no reason for me to despise this being. she looks perfect. almost, too perfect— just a little bit of tinkering, and she's good to go.

good for my show.

she is a perceptive person. similar to me, but with breathing. she always made her way out. i'd execute her if she stared into my soul. and claim her as a weapon of mine.

i'd show her my crooked smile, the being would smile back.

"it was never a painting, it was their visage. looking through your child with their soulless gaze. admiring the beautiful soul of your offspring." said the old lady. whom i saw from afar, she saw my silhouette, and she ran very far.

" ma? " asked the lass. mother answered, " yes? "

she trembles, eyes dart over the crevices of the dark room. sensing the ominous hall before the doors. " last night .. the painting started moving. "

" what painting? "

i am well aware of what i am capable of. i am well aware of what i was doing. i am well aware of my plans and goals. i am who i am.

my family was cautious enough to tell their daughter about safety. as soon as mother knew, she began to find me. my shadow, my existence.

" that freak .. living under the footsteps of her father. "

mother can never find me,

but i will always come back.

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MY WORLD ⠀───┈   IS NOT THE SAME WITHOUT YOU.

the world is a harsh place. how does one traverse the chasms of incomprehensible gloom? she wants to question helpless beings.

but that is impossible. only i can help her.

i've created a world of my own. i also wanted her to be in it, but how do i start? when do i start? i wanted her existence. i wanted it so much that i loathe the sounds of her breathing.

father knew how i was doing, he always thought how i was a gruesome monstrosity. deathly features conceal desperation. through soothing words of gloom, compared to the penetration that went deep into my decomposing body, there is nothing.

" helena, my dear. must you interfere? "

why such question?

my father was aware of how inexplicable my love for strings and mechs was. tinkering with such delicate fingertips here and there. never agreed with my plans, but i couldn't care less. he is not involved in it in any way.

" must you care? "

" i see that there's more to my daughter than meets the eye.. what goes on in thy mind? "

between these claws was once a sorrowful spirit strived upon betrayal. does father understand what i'm going through? does he comprehend my greatest plans?

it was as if.. he was tormenting me. urging me to do better.

" 'tis the denouement of fright, the world full of misery; of what this antipathy world had been.. i am taking what they took from me. "

my world isn't the same without her, the puppet i desire.

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THE PHANTOM ⠀───┈   MY DEARLY BELOVED.

it was father's desire to utilize the children as tools for his personal advantage; it was constant. i've done that and been there. bothered me that he was the one to learn about one of my most substantial talents—let's say, that i'm the best inventor the family has ever known.

it is no surprise for him to witness my greatest. i was younger, my hands performed acts of magic without my abilities; aside from intellect and my robust physiology.

" my, my. what a surprise.  "  orbs jaunt past the sea of tinkering sounds; a not so pleasant view he's beheld for days on end.

i am not for war.

" a surprise and a disappointment. aren't we, helena? "

" eh. " i've been through worse.

i truly care too much. even when i worked up the confidence to even respond sternly to my father, i still feel terror eating at me. he knows that. he reads me very well.

however, i am without the pinnacle of my existence. it is not a living being-and yes, it's an object. my priced possession. my phantom. fantôme was once my sparring dummy.

" can i keep it? " " no, you may not. " " please? "

i possess the tenacity that allowed me to remain inseparable from fantôme. i don't know, maybe it was the eyes that lit a spark?

honor my word. father had no choice; i must carry out my obligations. what i had in mind. because no one else could write my destiny but me.

i'm buried in research for my own ideas, looking for alternatives. puppets, marionettes, robots, automatons, and a growing number of systems. i relished every minute of my limited time spent seeking for remedies.

i created my first mech while i was in my teens. it was fantôme's first mech design. i keep it beneath the forest of mount belis. i have a lair within the shadows, albeit demigods may not notice this. i do it as a line of work. for my cherished companion.

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I AM HELENA  ⠀───┈   FROM CABIN 3: EPIRUS.

what a fever dream it must be to behold a sea of demigods. i've been with mount belis for a while, and the level of ability i've witnessed has intrigued me. some people come and go, while others remain—this is how the world is. i am really grateful to have been a part of something extraordinary.

i don't leave my lodge or lair too frequently, but even so, i am always happy to come across new people. hardly at all like before. after a month, it's still just as solid as ever. the astrals were efficient; they undoubtedly provided a better environment for beings like myself.

you have my thanks, mount belis.

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CAPTURE THE FLAG ⠀───┈   AN ESCAPE FROM THE COMFORT ZONE

i came to a conclusion.

games were produced with smiles and the concept of a spectacle in mental clarity. i made the decision to remain by myself in the shadows as i know what is best for me. although, it only ties the knot this time. i had a spark that was blazing.

it's a duel against teams, and this time i've got something to fight for. father, you hear me? i fought. you were not present, unfortunately.

however.

it was a feeling that i encountered throughout the aid of my senses. i'm not even sure how to collaborate successfully with others, despite the unity i demonstrated by the teams. but hey, i was able to volunteer and serve as a team guard—pretty hilarious, huh?

my heart shattered a blood vessel today. who would have believed that the flag would be placed in my weakest point? i ought to despise suffering, yet the adrenaline rush was what drove me to the edge.

what thrill.