There is a certain cliche in the way we all want to love in the light. “Come to the light”, “Help me see the light”, “The light of my life”. Everyone wants to stay in the light, the warmth, the special place where all the ‘good’ people go. The idea of being something other than just ‘pure’ and ‘unadulterated’ is a sin to speak of, a blasphemy on the word of the gods.
What god are you speaking of, and who has set these principles in the stone you carry?
The word of the gods is a chaotic mess: a cluster fuck of he said, she said, muse said, Hesiod said. How can anyone claim to know what we all say, when we are just like you? We have pasts, opinions, friendships, loyalties, oaths, loves lost and found. We have grown far from the old tales that paint us as tyrants and abusers and tycoons. We don’t clamor to someone who claims to be “special” and help them become a king or a queen. We do not instigate wars, we do not demand obedience. And yet, you close your eyes to the change.
What if I told you that Zeus and Hera, though still a formidable force, are more calm than storm now? What if I told you that Nike, the Winged Goddess of Victory, was a gleeful and willing mischief-maker? What if I told you that Eros, the God of Love and Sex, ached with not just his pains, but his family’s as well? What if I told you that Ares, the God of War, loved a mortal deeper than any of us have, and lost her? What if I told you that the first born of Chaos, she who ended wars, brought broken gods to their knees, dragged the very lights of the heavens down to the sand, was also a caring mother, a fiercely loyal lover, a steadfast friend?
The idea of living to the standards of the gods is not the one we want you to have, because our “standards” never existed. We came back to earth to rekindle our relationship with you, yes. We came back because, though Zeus may have told us to, we want to be a part of you once more. There is “mortal” in our titles, and the difference between you and us is that we have millennia of more experience than you. Anyone can be gifted, have skills, wield a certain magic, have the aim of a sharpshooter. The idea that you cannot is absurd, and I implore you to look further than that.
Those of us who have lived in the dark, whether by choice or not, have fought at some point to prove they are not the stigma that shrouds the very word “darkness”. I do not want the light to be the only thing worth loving. I do not want the light to be the only thing worth keeping, knowing or protecting. One of the most beautiful things I’ve ever heard was this: we’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are.
Show me your darkness, show me what made you who you are. Tell me the stories of your past, what demons haunted you. And when you have emptied yourself to me, I will tell you that the dark has cared for you all along.
And when you finally believe my word, when you trust that I will not abandon you, I will come for all the monsters that touched you. I will come for all the ones who twisted your stars into shadows, and made you feel like a walking nightmare.
I will become their nightmare, and they will never wake up.
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