^^ Hal

There's a long silence, then finally Hal says, "I don't have anyone else to go to."

"Who or what did this to you? I thought you're a god," I ask.

"Nothing is invincible, not even gods," he responds.

So there is a way for him to die? My heart races, is he weak enough now that there's a chance? But even if I do kill him, what will happen? What if he's the only way to get back to Earth?

And more importantly, even in his weakened state, could I really kill him?

"So if I were to stab you with this knife right now, you'd die?" I say pulling out a double edged knife from my boot.

"Don't get your hopes up too much, that little thing couldn't kill me. I may not be fully invincible but there is no way a mortal could kill me," he replies.

"Really?" I look at him skeptically. I throw the knife at him, but instead of stabbing him, it just bounces off, not even making a small scratch.

"If you were just going to try and kill me why would you go to all the effort to heal me?" he questions me.

"You know I'd love to kill you. If you don't want me to, why would you come here wounded?" I retort.

He sighs, "Fair enough," he lets out a loud yawn and stretches, "I'm so tired."

He teleports, and the next thing I know, he's sleeping in my bed, wrapped in my blanket.

"You could've teleported to any bed, why mine?!?!" I shout.

He opens one of his golden eyes, "This one is the most comfy."

"Fine! But I'm leaving!" I reply.

I open the window to my room, and take my wings out. I fly out the window, soaring into the sky. I couldn't leave normally since I can't risk anyone seeing me not accompanying the prince or they'll report me to my parents.

I keep flying until I pass the cliffs that the castle sits on. Behind the castle, under the cliffs is the ocean. The waves crash against the rocky shore, spraying sea foam up.

"Wow it's so beautiful here!" exclaims Hal. I almost fall off of the rock I'm sitting on.

"When did you get here?!?!" I ask.

"It was getting kind of boring in your room, so I came here," he explains.

The ocean breeze rustles his white hair and sun illuminates his skin making it look as if he is glowing.

He truly looks like an angel that descended from heaven.

"You know, I don't come down to the planet a lot," he says.

"Really, why not? Isn't this your planet after all?" I answer.

"Most gods don't go down to the planet. We sort of just rule above it. For instance, I would create an ocean like this one, but I wouldn't actually go down and see it. It's considered improper for gods to do so. We're supposed to be above that stuff," he explains.

"How would you get to enjoy what you make then? I mean what's the point of it all?" I say.

He shrugs, "Why do we do anything? For as long as I can remember I've been told that I have to be a certain way. That even if I have the power to create or destroy entire planets, I have to rule over them in a certain way," he replies, "Ultimately, we all have to be controlled by someone, so even I can't do whatever I please."

"Didn't you bring me here though? That can't have been allowed, since I belonged to Earth," I guess.

He laughs, "Yes, that was my little act of rebellion. We'll see how that goes," he says.

"Wonderful, I love being a little experiment for you," I say. Why am I helping him anyway? My life probably means nothing to him. That's why he brought me here. I'm just his amusement.

"Why don't you let me go back?" I complain.

He places his hand on his forehead and sighs, "I have my reasons," he responds. He almost looks sad and frustrated.

Then he grins, and looks up, "And anyway why would I, when this is the most entertaining thing I've seen in over a century?" he asks.

"Ugh, I don't know what to make of you," I grumble, "One moment I think you're almost human, and the next you're back to being an asshole. I don't know which one is the real you or if it's all just an act."

"As if you're consistent. Here you are trying to see if I have any goodness in me when you should be focused on hating me," he replies.

"And you'd prefer that? You want me to hate you?" I fire back.

"I don't know," he says looking off at the ocean. He looks almost sad. I know I should be hating him right now, but the the sadness in his eyes melts away my hatred for a moment.

Maybe it was since he was wounded, or seeming so lonely, but it reminds me of when I was all alone and abused in my past life.

I pick him up and fly towards the ocean. I drop him into the water, laughing.

He surfaces, "Hey, what was that for! You know I've killed mortals for less!" he shouts.

"Yeah, yeah, shut up about that for today! It's time you stop acting all above it and live a little!" I call back. I reach my hand out to help him out.

He grabs onto it, but pulls me into the water instead. Cold water surrounds me, and I swim back up.

"Damn, now we're both wet," I say.

"You're the one who started this," he retorts, splashing me. I splash him back, and laugh.

For a moment I can forget that he is the one stopping me from seeing my sister. I can laugh and even try to find goodness in him, but that's only because I can't kill him now. If I could, I wouldn't hesitate.

Whatever my grudges are with him, I'm sure that killing the god of this world won't be good for it, but I'd still do it.

I don't know what that says about me. Maybe I really am suited for the villainess role.

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I teleport back to my heavenly palace on the ethereal plane, the plane where gods reside, detached from the worlds they rule over.

I walk up the white marble steps to my throne, and sit down. I can't stop smiling for some reason.

Usually I feel an empty loneliness, but for the first time in as long as I can remember I'm actually happy.

I forgot how good it feels to just be happy. A pure, bubbly happy feeling filled with innocence and light.

The unfortunate part is that once you feel that happiness, you'll crave it. And now that I've experienced it, it makes the rest of my life feel even bleaker.

Is that why I went and visited her out of all people?

Well, to be honest, it's not like I had any other options.

I sigh, maybe even gods get lonely sometimes. And she's not bad company, even when she's angry.

I smile, perhaps especially when she's angry.

"You seem awfully happy today Hal," sneers a green haired man chained to the floor sitting next to my throne.

"I don't remember giving you permission to speak. Fool," I reply. The flicker of happiness extinguishes and the cold, numbness is back.

"You know one of these days somebody is going to take you down, and then you'll the one who will have to shut up. I'll cherish the day the God King rips out your tongue!" he bites back.

"That might be hard for him given the fact I just killed him," I smirk.

"No that can't be! He's stronger than all the gods combined! It's simply impossible!" he shouts.

"Well it's like you always say, I'm not a god am I?" I tell him.

He pauses as he surveys my face, hoping to detect a lie. But I'm not lying, and he knows it. I watch as defeat fills his eyes, and he crumples, burying his face in his shaking hands.

"No, you're not. You're a monster," he responds tears falling down his face.

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