Apollo's Weakness

Chapter 23- Pleasure

Can't Feel My Face- The Weeknd (goes perfectly with the chapter, if you know what I mean *wink wink*)

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"Hello, father," Apollo spoke from the dark corner of his father's room. He had been in the house saying goodbye and fuck-you to every little thing in it. It would be all gone soon anyway. He was almost giddy as he walked through the halls of the house he grew up to hate. There was a memory in every corner, and he was glad that he could get rid of it. 

He waited patiently for his father come back from whatever he was going to do. He thought that he would be in the kitchen but he went from the front door straight to his bedroom. It made a slight change to his plans but he was ready to get rid of the monster once and for all. He was going to burn. 

The man jumped slightly, hearing his son's voice. 

"Son, you scared me," he put his hand on his chest before squinting to get a clearer view of the boy. But he was concealed from the light with darkness so well, he didn't see what was in his son's hands. 

A gasoline bottle. 

"Have you ever been burned before?" Apollo fiddled with the cap of the bottle. He saw his father furrow his ugly eyebrows. He was getting closer to the corner, and Apollo could practically smell the fear that was radiating off of him. It smelt good. Finally, it wasn't him that was cowering and shaking in fear. 

"No, I have not," his father answered, his voice quivering slightly. His eyes kept flicking back and forth from Apollo and the bottle. He was truly idiotic if he didn't connect the dots. 

Once he was close enough, Apollo stepped out of the shadows and threw a punch hard enough to the head just so he could knock him out for a second. He saw the flash of regret in his father's eyes before they rolled back he fell to the ground. Apollo grabbed the ropes and began tying his father onto the bed post. He took his sweet time tying the knots that were impossible to get out of without the help of another person. 

He waited for his father to wake up again, and when he did, a grin graced his lips. 

His father tried to move but noticed that he was tied up. He began to panic as his eyes widened. Apollo let out a cold laugh, enjoying seeing the fear in the eyes of a monster he used to fear. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" His father spat, struggling against the ropes. Apollo paced in front of him. He swung the bottle back and forth not bothered to answer him. His father started spitting out even more questions and empty threats as Apollo stopped pacing. 

"You're a pathetic man, Ares," he said, calmly, approaching his father slowly. Desperation and hopelessness filled his eyes as he stared at his son. His lips opened with pleas but Apollo ignored them just as Ares did with him, Fuji and his mother. 

Didn't he know that karma was real? 

"Son, you don't want to do this." His voice shook. His whole body was shaking, tugging and pulling at the tight ropes. 

"Don't you fucking call me that," Apollo glared at Ares as he unscrewed the cap of the bottle. His father shook his head, knowing what was about to happen. He saw the box of matches sticking out of Apollo's pockets. 

"Why are you doing this?" He tried leaning away, making Apollo let out a laugh. A cold, emotionless laugh. Ares looked at him as if he were a psychopath. 

"You know? You're a stupid man," Apollo tsked as he ran the tip of the gasoline bottle against his father's cheek making him flinch away from it. It was quite funny to see the man he grew up to fear cowering away.