The God of Determination

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and everyone could coincide peacefully.

Yet there are still boundaries, no matter any attempt in destroying them. There are still serrations between all people. And there would be so many boundaries for him to break, it’s unfathomable. It would be absolute insanity for him to try. So, he made a grave mistake that he pleads nightly for it to disappear. He tried to cut all relationships with the girl, and with everyone. This obviously failed miserably, for she came to him, and actually showed him something astronomical to him: careness. He thought this was the last person that cared for him, considering he was so indignant towards her and such an annoyance even though she had problems of her own and deserved none of his aggravating actions. He wishes that if he has a psychological condition, he could figure it out and either suppress it or eradicate it, in hopes that will correct his behavior and raise his social level and that he could finally be liked by people, become normal, and stop being such an annoying little twit. That he could finally be happy.

But, there most likely is no condition. He would have to do all of his correction on his own. He realized this, and set it to the side. Although, he never really did set all the way off. Sometimes, it reappeared when he began to think about how devastating his situation was. He decided to continue on with his everyday life. Nothing eccentric, but other than the fact that he learned new things in his classes. Calculus, trigonometry, and advanced literature. But there was always rejection and all spiteful things as his main entree. This went on for years. It eventually was enough. He was tired of it, was ready to quit, ready to move on. It was to much for him to bear. His soul was about to shatter….

He let all of his feelings flow, all of his desires, every pico-ounce of his sorrow, pain, misery, and devastation, and embodied an entire other being that it would take humans eons to understand…..

An entity of light.

After this, he returned to a, well, sort-of-human state, but always had an inordinately, blazing light in the central area of his soul that was so incandescent, it was shown on his body. And for anyone in need, they must place their palm in the light, and they shall be fulfilled with an unbounded amount of determination. And once Zekros died, he exploded, spreading his unending, unextinguishable determination throughout the entire universe. Upon his arrival to the underworld, Zeus ported him to his kingdom, and bestowed upon him the title: God of Determination.

The End… or is it only the beginning?