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

Apollo pulled himself out of the side of the crib and looked at the baby colossus below him. By now, he was pretty pissed off.

Apollo narrowed his eyes as a smile formed on his face.

"I guess if you want to play, then we'll just have to play."

He pushed off the wall, suddenly disappearing. Apollo towards the ground but remained close to the railings of the crib. The baby colossus had landed on the ground of the crib and spun its head around to look at Apollo.

Suddenly, it jumped towards Apollo. As for what it intended on doing upon getting there, not even it knew.

Apollo looked up, seeing that the baby colossus rapidly filled up more of his vision, making things darker as it got closer. Right before impact, Apollo pushed off the edge of the crib and disappeared entirely.

Mom