Loki, in the form of a black, shaggy dog, padded silently along the riverbank, his mouth wet with the remains of his last hunt. His keen eyes fell upon the figure of an 11-year-old boy, hovering just above the stones. This boy, Kit Mi Kai, was encircled by a crimson aura, the energy swirling around him like a storm. His lips moved, but no sound reached Loki's ears. It was as though Kit Mi Kai were lost in conversation with someone unseen. The god, in his canine disguise, froze in place, watching the boy intently. He could sense it—conflict, the kind that tore people apart from the inside.
Kit Mi Kai was muttering to himself, eyes shut tight. Loki had seen this before, though it was rare for one so young. The boy was grappling with himself—his mind fracturing under the weight of something too immense for his age to bear. Loki's sharp instincts told him that Kit Mi Kai was more than what he appeared; the crimson aura radiating off him was unmistakable. This boy was not only bipolar but also held within him something far darker. Two personalities—one gentle, afraid, and moral, and the other, born of hate and fury, desiring nothing but destruction.
Inside the boy's mind, the two halves warred for dominance. Kit Mi Kai's kinder, gentler self clung desperately to the teachings of his parents.
"No! My father and mother taught me better! I will not destroy the world! I won't hurt anyone!" shouted the more innocent personality, his voice shaking with fear and conviction.
"Fool! Weakling! Do you think you can hold me back forever?" sneered the hateful personality, standing tall with clenched fists. "Our parents are dead, and you still dare to preach peace? If you won't fight, then I'll destroy everything myself. Hand over this body, and I'll bring us justice!"
The two halves charged at each other, grappling, twisting, and throwing punches in the mental battlefield. Outside, Kit Mi Kai's body convulsed in the air, as if possessed by a terrible force. Loki, sitting back on his haunches, studied the scene. He had dealt with multiple personalities before in his long, chaotic existence. Without hesitation, he decided to intervene.
With a flicker of his godly power, Loki reached into the boy's mind. He seized the hateful personality, binding it in ethereal chains. With a swift motion, he locked it away inside a stone box deep within Kit Mi Kai's psyche. For now, the boy's body was controlled by the kind and gentle half, whose eyes fluttered open, peaceful but exhausted.
UNTIL…
the cracks in the stone box widened.
Kit Mi Kai, now much older, found himself inside a volcano, thrown in by his grandmother, Kat Mi Kai. His body, submerged in molten lava, began to peel and burn, pain searing through every nerve. His kind and gentle personality, weakened by the years of torment and repression, could no longer hold back the rage. The stone box shattered completely, and out stepped the hateful personality—stronger, darker, and more furious than ever before.
Kit Mi Kai's body transformed. His muscles grew larger, his skin hardening like molten rock, and his expression twisted into one of pure fury. This was Kit Mi Kai A, the hateful, vengeful side, fully in control now. He walked forward in his own mind, crossing paths with the terrified kind personality, Kit Mi Kai B, who had once dominated the body.
"This is my body now," A growled, shoving B aside without a second glance.
With Kit Mi Kai B locked away in the newly reformed stone box, Kit Mi Kai A's eyes shot open. His body, now healed by the molten lava, rose from the depths with unnatural strength. But just as he emerged, his grandmother leapt into the volcano after him. Her figure was bare, her clothes burned away, but her face was adorned with a grin that made even Kit Mi Kai hesitate.
"An old woman looking for an early grave?" he snarled, his voice shaking the very lava around him. His rage boiled over, manifesting as ripples of energy that radiated out into the lava, causing it to churn violently.
Kat Mi Kai, unaffected by the boy's fury, grinned wider. "That's more like it. Show me your true power, little one," she taunted, her voice causing the lava to bubble and boil around them. Her once-bare skin now coated itself in hardened stone, forming a suit of molten armor that reshaped her body into something younger, fiercer, and more intimidating.
"Show me what you've got, and I'll show you what it means to dine with the gods."
With that challenge thrown, the fight began. Both combatants moved with blinding speed, their punches creating shockwaves that sent cracks throughout the volcano. Kit Mi Kai A, consumed by hatred and fury, launched a barrage of blows, but his grandmother met each punch with her own. The ground shook beneath them, and the volcano groaned as if it would collapse under the strain of their battle.
Outside the volcano, in a village just beyond the Evil Forest, the earth trembled. Villagers, terrified by the sudden eruption and the rumbling that followed, gathered in panic.
"The gods are angry! We must make a sacrifice!" one elder cried.
The villagers hurriedly dragged forth a sheep, offering it to the gods in hopes of appeasing them. When that failed, they sacrificed a cow. Then, a virgin girl. Still, the ground continued to tremble, and the volcano rumbled louder than ever.
"Bring a virgin boy!" one desperate villager shouted, but even that didn't work.
In the end, the villagers had no choice but to flee as chunks of the volcano rained down upon them, crushing homes and scorching the earth with molten rock. The entire village was consumed, with no survivors left to tell the tale.
Back inside the volcano, the battle raged on. Each punch between Kit Mi Kai and his grandmother sent shockwaves across the land, shattering the walls of the volcano and sending plumes of lava shooting into the sky. Their battle had reached such intensity that even time itself seemed to warp, their movements blurring faster and faster.
The world around them was falling apart, but neither side showed any sign of backing down.
Cracks continued to form along the walls of the volcano, both inside and out, as the battle between grandson and grandmother raged on—unstoppable, unrelenting, and filled with the fury of gods and monsters alike.