Disgrace

Only when all the living perish, will there be peace

...

Apollo was a bratty noble. Using the power of his father, he did many mischievous stunts. However, he would never go too far. The worst he did was steal someone's shoe, while on the average, it would be poking them in the back and running off.

That's why he found it so absurd that someone would assassinate him, in his own room no less. He was stabbed in the back and left to die...

But then he was back in his room, completely fine. Yet, he was stabbed in the back once again.

Once he was stabbed in the back for the third time, the cruel reality began to sink in.

That this would repeat itself for an eternity.

The only thing in his room was his bed and his bokken, a wooden sword.

At some point, Apollo picked up the bokken. 

He took his first steps to break out of the cycle.

And swore to bury the person who called for this assassin with his own hands.

...But also calls a lot of things mommy for some reason.

The Laughing Swordsman

The young colossus shifted his direction.

"Hm. There should be some eggshells in my cave and I sure don't mind someone cleaning it up!"

"Alright. Where were you going initially anyway?"

"I was feeling a little bit hungry, so I was off to get some snacks."

"Snacks? What kind of things do you eat?"

The young colossus smacked its lips.

"Some tasty rocks! Just a little lick and it fills me up for a long time!"

"Eh? A little lick? But you're so huge!"

"Is that strange for you? It's pretty normal for me. Maybe I should take you there after you clean up my cave."

Apollo rubbed his chin with his thumb and forefinger.

Egg