Adonis' father had always been an elusive and mysterious man and his mother was even more mysterious.
Together, they were unreadable and seemed to be constantly moving across a board, making sure to always play the right move.
If one didn't know them, it'd be easy to assume them to be abusive and emotionless and perhaps they were but Adonis didn't see it that way.
To him, they were simply atypic but this didn't change any of the endless love they had for him, or so he hoped.
He could only hope.
'What a disgusting feeling. I feel like my skin isn't my own and at the same time is. It's like an emotion is being imposed onto me.'
'My split personalities all vanished when I formed my sovereignty but I think new ones bloomed.'
'What the fuck is happening to me.'
