The Bane of Olympus, Prologue Part I

The carnage was massive.

The mountain was littered with monster dust, corpses, ''broken weapons, and the crumbling remains of statues and buildings. Some had been my comrades, others had been the enemy, and others had been pedestrians who had gotten caught in the crossfire. The ruins of New Orleans had once held so much life and energy and optimism and culture. Now, my home was gone, destroyed by my own hand. ''

The only figures standing were myself, and him. 

''He stood, wielding the katana that had crossed with my claymore over and over again. His white armor was stained with blood, and his face was concealed by the white cloak he wore. He was my closest friend, my brother, and now my greatest enemy. We had fought side by side so many times. Now, he was the only thing standing between me and my goal.''

''"This has to end, James!" he shouted across the field, endless sorrow in his voice. "Look around you! Is this what you wanted? Your home, your friends, your family, all gone? You have to stop!"''

''"I am Lord Chamos!" I yelled back from behind my mask, raising Pathos. "Stand aside, brother! Nothing you say will dissuade me from my cause! I chose my destiny long ago!"''

''"Do you really believe killing the Fates will solve anything? This is lunacy!! Look at what you've done!" He pulled back his hood, his long red hair falling across his back. His bicolored eyes were hard, and tears glistened within them. ''

I gestured, and the shadows that filled the dusky scene responded, bending to my will as if they were a muscle. The shadows surrounded me, awaiting my command.

"Do not think you can best me," I warned. "I am Lord Chamos, Destroyer of Gods and Titans. There is nothing you can do to stop me."

''Sophie leapt from one of the tops of the buildings, a dead horse in her jaws. She purred, taking her place at my side. I stroked her fur with one clawed hand.''

''A roar filled the air as Nisroc landed by my brother, his red eyes murderous as he folded his wings. ''

''"Somehow," my brother said mournfully. "I always knew we would end up fighting each other." He lifted Osveta. "En garde, Puppet Master!" ''