A Man to Man Conversation

I mentally imagined punching Damien so hard, he practically yelped. "OW—You ungrateful brat! I gift you divinity, and this is how you repay me?!"

Venus, still rubbing his temples like he was developing the worst headache of his life, repeated, "I take it all back." 

I smirked. "Nope. Too late. You already declared me your beloved grandson. No backsies."

Venus exhaled sharply, staring at the ceiling as if questioning every life decision that led him to this moment. "Why must I suffer?" 

Damien snickered. "Because the universe has a sense of humor." 

Venus eventually stood up and stretched, glancing at me like he was debating whether or not to chuck me out the window. "You should see your old room." 

I hesitated. My old room? I hadn't stepped foot in it for years. It was probably covered in dust, filled with relics of a past that felt more like someone else's life than mine.