A Tale of Revenge

alright so this is inspired by The Gala Pantheon... i decided to write fanfic on my demigod Amarti so yeah,,,,
Credits: Syco is Sbyman's god, Thylpsi is Owl's, The Gala Pantheon is Moon's, Fanchi and Arti are kiwi's deity and demigod, Amarti, Fide, Houkai, and Vinda are mine
WIP and probably will continue to be until i get more inspiration
i ended up writing some descriptive gore / blood stuff, so be warned
===Chapter 1: Thylpsi===
The wind blew past him, sending whiffs of the scent of blood towards him. He still sat there, unmoving, blood red eyes gazed towards the horizon, uncaring eyes, angry eyes, hateful eyes, the eyes of Amarti the son of Vinda, the one who would destroy the accursed pantheon.
Destroy those who caused the death of his mother, and therefore the death of his father. 
The NightWing blew a plume of fire into the distance, watching the flames die out in the wind. The comforting presence of Fide reappeared behind him, the scent of blood coming with her.
Is that her blood? He thought with a start, turning around to face the SkyWing. In this reincarnation her scales were a tangerine orange with crimson undertones. Her yellow eyes stared at him unblinking, the blood covering her scales not hers.
Amarti instinctively breathed a sigh of relief, although he knew that Fide would never be injured, he still had nightmares of the day she had died and left him alone in the world until the century had turned.
His eyes wandered towards the scar winding down her neck, it was his fault-- no, the gods fault for her permanent injury and he would one day have revenge, he thought to himself.
“Who did you kill?” he asked Fide, his words were not accusatory, in fact they were almost prideful, but it was obvious that the NightWing just wanted who was unlucky enough to run into her.
“Prideful demigods who thought that they could lay a hand on you,” she responded respectfully, “I quickly showed them that they would never be able to even lay eyes on you,”
Amarti laughed, “good for you Fide,” he said pridefully, “whose children were they?”
“I’m not sure,” the dragoness responded, “I think some of them were Syco’s kids, they kept on trying to trick me,”
“Ha,” Amarti exclaimed with a grin, “I’m sure even Syco themself couldn’t trick you out of killing them,”
“It’s only because I need to protect you,” Fide said solemnly.
That was true, Fide’s purpose was to protect him, that was the reason she was born. However a small part of Amarti wished that she wasn’t born to protect him. That maybe again in another life, when Houkai finally forgets to revive them, that maybe out of her own free will she will protect him again. That next time they’ll be able to be together, instead of the gods blocking their way.
Those thoughts only added to his anger towards the gods, towards even Houkai who made it so that Fide suffered when she prematurely died, however Houkai and the other gods came after his main goal.
Defeating Thylpsi and Arti and finally ending Fanchi’s accursed bloodline. He would be reuniting the family and at the same time giving them as gifts to his mother and father in whatever afterlife there may be.
Amarti smiled at the thought, I’m too nice, he thought to himself. Suddenly, Amarti caught a whiff of a familiar smell in the distance.
“Fide,”
“Yes Amarti?” she answered. Amarti grinned at her use of his name, for the longest time she would call him stifling titles like “sir”, “lord”, and “master”. He was Amarti, just Amarti, titles were used by the arrogant, the arrogant that he vowed to destroy.
“You’ll do anything for me, right?”
“Of course,” Fide kneeled down before him, “your wish is my command,”
The NightWing stood up, rising from the rock he was sitting on. His ebony black scales glimmered in the light, sunbeams catching the silver under scales and reflecting them. Toned muscles rippled underneath his scales.
“There seems to be a god around here, won’t you go check on who they are?” he asked her.
“As you wish,” Fide bowed and with those words disappeared. A few moments later she returned, her katana dangling across her waist.
“It seems like it is the goddess you are looking for,” she said, returning to her kneeling position. 
“Perfect,” Amarti grinned, his pearly white teeth glinting in the sunlight, “it seems like the first step of our goal is going to be realized,” he walked past Fide, signalling to her to rise. With a majestic leap, Amarti took to the air, the SkyWing dragoness following behind him, always the same amount of wingbeats behind.
Let my anger and hate fester, it will only make myself grow stronger, Thylpsi-- you will be the first but not the last god to fall by my hands.
May you soon suffer damnation in whatever afterlife awaits you.
Amarti was to say the least surprised when he saw the form of Thylpsi. For most of his life he had dreamed of the day where he would plunge his claws into the goddess's heart and create an irreparable wound.
For years he had dreamed about the words he'd say when face to face with the mate of the one who killed his mother.
He had not expected this. The song of desolation and despair that seemed to bring him back to the images of the past, the him of the past who wasn't strong enough to protect those he cared for.
The song that came from the heart of the one who he despised.
Thylpsi's despair was almost pitiful. The goddess was probably already in a living hell of her own creation, a prison made up of her own despair.
He heard a quiet whimper from behind him and quickly turned towards Fide. Worrying about what he might see, worried about what Fide might have become.
He let out a gasp of shock. His heart clenched in pain, Fide, Fide, Fide, the dragoness who never showed her emotions, the dragoness who never shed a tear or screamed with joy, she was crying.
Her face shined with the droplets of tears running down her face, her face was clenched up, trying not to make any more sounds of despair.
Amarti never cried, he didn't cry when his father died, he didn't cry when he found out about what happened to his mother, he didn't cry when faced with the song of utter despair coming from Thylpsi, shed a tear while looking at Fide.
He hated himself for caring about her, he grew angry with the fact that she was the one who made him shed a tear, he grew even more angry at Thylpsi who caused Fide to be this sad. However he was more angry at the fact that Fide's first emotions were negative, the fact that those were tears of desolation not tears of joy.
He wanted to tear Thylpsi apart at this very moment, but Fide came first.
Fide would always come first.
He knew that if he asked her "are you okay?" she would just nod, pretending to be okay, pretending that she wasn't hurting on the inside.
He didn't want that. He wanted Fide to be more open with him, to tell him when she was sad, when she was hurt, what she was thinking, her true thoughts, not delicate words said to please him.
He remembered the times when he was sad but not showing it, remembered the times when he was a dragonet with a family, someone who had something to live for other than revenge.
He tried to remember the words that calmed him, the words that made him happy. Finally his mind landed on them, the fact that it has been hundreds of years not changing the vivid childhood memories he had.
"You'll be fine Fide," he whispered quietly, hesitantly beginning to twine his tail with hers, "everything will pass one day,"
His father's next words had been, "including me," but Amarti was not his father.
"except for me," he finished, "I'll always be there to support you when you're down, so be there for me okay? We will support each other, I'll have your back and you'll have mine,"
Fide nodded, her face relaxing a little more.
"So next time you cry," Amarti continued, "let them be tears of joy,"
Fide nodded again, her face returning to her usual emotionless demeanor.
For Amarti, that was the equivalent of her smiling and he was satisfied. 
"Do you need to recollect your emotions, or should we continue to pursue Thylpsi?" he asked, equally okay with both options and hopefully conveying that in his words. 
"I'm fine now," Fide said, "we should continue after Thylpsi, you already wasted too much time on me," 
Time used on you is not wasted, is what Amarti wanted to say but he instead nodded, "let's go after that goddess," 
The two friends, lovers, comrades? Their relationship for the most part was sketchy, never being confirmed to one another. Instead they were just each other. Amarti and Fide, there was no need to put a label on their relationship, the two of them not needing to conform to society. Either way, the two demigods flew after the singing goddess, their wings beating faster and faster, slowly catching up to the wandering goddess.
The sound of Thylpsi's song was the first thing they heard, now they had grown immune to the desolation that followed from the notes and melody. Still even though he was unaffected, Amarti felt a growing unease as he neared the singing goddess.
To start with, she was not the monstrous creature Houkai had painted her to be, the mate of the most evil deity in the realm, the mate of the one who caused his mother-- and therefore his father to die. She was pitiful, tear stained cheeks, empty eyes that longed for the recluse of death but was too cowardly to die.
Amarti channeled his inner anger, his inner hate towards the goddess, his emotions of fear, anger, and hate. The emotions wrapped around his scales and body, reinforcing his muscles and giving him both a shield and a spear.
His emotions could cause an irreparable wound onto the goddess, a wound that would leave her for dead. He flexed his claws, the hate spiraling down and sharping his talons with tendrils of black smoke. He cautiously approached Thylpsi, his mind full of anger and disgust-- how dare she pretend to be sad, how dare she be in despair over something that her mate caused, how dare she exist.
The melody of despair grew in volume and desolation as he approached, images of his past flickered in front of his eyes but instead of sinking him into an unclimable pit of despair it fueled his anger.
Tendrils of red and purple smoke curled around his talons, his claws started to glow his negative emotions reaching his peak.
He shot out his talons, the curved talons meeting flesh. Blood sprayed onto his scales as his sharp claws meet arteries. Thylpsi let out a whimper of pain but her song did not stop, instead it's melody changed, bucket loads of despair seemed to fall onto his chest but a small part of him knew that this was just a small fraction of the despair Thylpsi felt everyday.
Amarti felt like throwing up as the sensation of blood and flesh on his talons worked its way up his nervous system. He pulled his talons out of her body the strong urge of washing his claws overtaking him. More blood sprayed out, soaking his ebony scales in red.
Thylpsi started to fall towards the ground, her melody stopping as she fell unconscious.  Amarti stared at the falling goddess, did his mother fall from the heavens the same way this goddess fell; inelegantly, the same way all mortals fall, fast and brutal the blood still spilling from her wound.
His heightened senses caught a ghost of a smile on Thylpsi's lips and a shot of anger and disgust rolled through his body.
How dare she!
He dove down after the goddess and caught her. He felt Fide dive down after him, he didn't need to turn and look at Fide to understand what the look on her face would be, the disappointment she must be feeling, the confusion towards why he saved his enemy.
"Heal her, at least enough so that she can continue to live," he ordered, turning towards Fide, unable to meet her in the eyes.
"Yes sir," she said and Amarti heard the emotions he feared she felt in her words. She unceremoniously took the dying goddess from Amarti's hands and dove towards the ground.
Fide may never understand him, but that was fine, she probably would never realize what he figured out when he heard Thylpsi's song.
The fact that her living was more of a punishment than whatever cruel death Amarti could give her.
That was why although Amarti's heart was encased in anger and hate he still saved her, that was why although he knew the look Fide would give him he still gave the order, because he saw himself in Thylpsi's eyes, because he saw how he to was trapped in a prison of his own making.
Once Thylpsi walked out of that cage, once she breathed fresh air again, once she was happy and found fulfillment, that was when he was going to strike so that she wouldn't die with a smile on her face and instead plunge into darkness angry and crying, so that she would still be sad when she reunited with her loved ones in whatever afterlife exists. Thus vowed Amarti and by extension Fide, for they were two in one, one in two, nothing without the other but everything with each other.
===Chapter 2: One without the Other===
Amarti soared through the air, his wings catching the wind currents and propelling him forwards. Fide, like always, followed him from behind.
That position of theirs was perfect, Amarti in the lead, Fide behind him, Amarti to protect from the front, Fide to protect his back. Without Fide following him, Amarti felt naked, exposed, vulnerable, and weak. Without Fide around... Amarti would not be himself.
Ever since the day that Amarti asked Fide to heal Thylpsi Fide seemed distance and alien. She had reverted to calling him "sir", and not once since then had Amarti heard her refer to him by name.
He needed to show her that he still was cold and heartless, that he hadn't changed his ways. His eyes caught the glimpse of a couple ambling through the plains. He grinned and swooped down elegantly in front of the two dragons.
"Hello," he greeted with a cheerful smile, Fide landed behind him and gave a small nod in greeting.
"Why hello," the RainWing of the couple greeted back, "what brings you to this area?"
"Well..." Amarti put on his acting face and glanced over to Fide, "the two of us have been looking for... unique dragons...."
"Unique dragons?" the MudWing of the two questioned, "what do you mean by that?"
"Dragons who have strange abilities, dragons who seem to hid in the shadows a little to well for a normal dragon..." no response from the two, Amarti pressed on, "dragonets who have had a strange fever when they were young..."
The two dragons looked shocked, bingo! Amarti thought to himself.
"And what is your purpose from finding those dragons..."
"Well let's just say there's a special place in the world for those dragons," he said vaguely, "somewhere where they'll be protected by bandits and those seeking them out for revenge,"
Of course he was the one who the demigods should be afraid of, but the young couple in front of him didn't need to know that.
The couple looked at each other again, there gazes that of those who know something but still are distrustful. Amarti smiled his award-winning, you can trust me, grin.
"...well, I guess we can trust them," the MudWing finally said, "my niece... well she suffered from a strange fever... no one knows who the other parent of her egg was and she's very strange, always ending up with something that isn't hers, blending into the crowd in an instant... maybe you can help her?"
"What's your village's view on your niece?" Amarti asked pleasantly, "do dragons like her?"
They stole a glance at each other again, this time the RainWing spoke, "honestly no, most dragons avoid her, and after the incident..."
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