The Minor Role

Generation of the Mighty

Chapter 1:

The Minor Role

Kamio's POV
Kamio sat perched on a ledge between the plains of sanity and insanity. It was the only place she felt like herself. She loved to see the face of her victims when they are on the brink of insanity. It fills her with the kind of feeling one might feel when recieving a puppy. Kamio hated dogs. She was neither Hecate or that darned huntress, Artemis. Kamio much preferred Baboons or Dolphins, animals who tortured and killed for fun. Kamio would torture, yes, but would never sink so low as to just do senseless killings. Death, to Kamio, is a destination but the real fun is in the journey to that destination. Kamio was the cat who played with the mouse before eating it.

Kamio sat on the ledge staring into the void of screaming pain. She sat beside the only gods who dared to be near her. The Goddess of Insanity herself, Mania, who Kamio loved for her sheer brutality towards others. The Keres, the winged reapers of death and Moros, the God of Doom. He only showed his ugly face to respawning Titans. The places that one might find... horrific are the only places the gods of Immoral acts and doings would find themselves on a mid-summers eve whilst gods such as Persephone and Harmonia play with animals and help flowers blossom. For who she was, Kamio was not envious at all.

Mania and Kamio sat side by side, looking through the thick mist of the unknown and into the land of the known. They looked upon the faces of people who were one speedbump away from falling off the wagon of sanity and into the pool of Insanity. It was Mania who would lure the victim through the mist that some might describe as a snap of the mind. Mania spotted a man in his mid-thirties. Mania read out the symptoms. "Wife has left him. His mother has just died from a stroke. And his daughter has estranged herself. Perfect candidate" She pointed at the man. A purple mist emerged from her finger tip. Kamio watched as it crept it's way down to the mind of the depressed man. As the mist made it's way through the ear of the man, the plain of mental health made a popping echo. Mania closed her eyes as the rebounding sound entered her ears. "The sound of the mind snapping is sweeter than Nectar" Kamio watched as the Astrally projected form of the man made it's way through the mist and joined them on the ledge. Through the mist, the man was back in his apartment and looking for the most convenient form of death.

As the real man contemplated his life and searched for supplies in preparation for his journey towards ruination, Kamio crawled closer to her prey. She ran her hands over his back, raking it as she did. She found a pressure point in his lower back and pressed, making the man howl out in pain. She ran her hand down his inner thigh, whispering seductive chants in his ear. As she did so, she dug her talons into his thigh, severing multiple tendons. She waved her hand and the man's feet were levitated, She unsheathed a whip. At the end of the whip were miniscule shards of glass. She began lashing the feet of the man to the point where his cries became feint due to the need for oxygen, At this stage, Kamio took advantage, She let the man flat on his back as he hyperventilated. She crawled up his body. She came face to face with him and once he saw her face, his eyes went white with horror. "I though that was Phrice's job" His eyes shifted back to normal and Kamio began to play with his breathing patterns till he was literally blue in the place.

Just as Kamio was set to extract some teeth, the man was jerked back to his own world. Kamio looked over the ridge, and in the real world were two familiar faces of Elpis, the Goddess of Hope and Aceso, the goddess of the Healing process, healing the man to the point where it looked like an attemped taking of his life. Kamio sat back as this was how all her voyages towards nullification of life went. She looked at Mania and both of them started laughing as Moros stared into the darkness in solitude and grace.