Scorpio - 27
**Trigger Warning: Mild violence, mentions of murder, mild angst**
I’ve always wanted Voltage to include Scorpio’s transition from human to god. I think it would be very interesting to read. But as of right now, they haven’t released any story about it. So until then, here’s my interpretation of how that all went down. :)
I hope you enjoy this fic! :P
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“C'mon, get up!! Get up, all of ya, now!!” A deep, rough voice yelled. A flashlight shined in the young boy’s face, rousing him from a light sleep. Sluggishly, all the boys in group began to get up. Most rubbed their eyes as they grabbed backpacks and other things. The older man growled again, “Hurry up! Don’t make me hurt ya!” He grabbed a small boy’s arm, hard, and pushed him away to make him go faster. This startled most of the children and they now hurried to gather their things.
“Hey! 27! Hurry it up!” The boy called ‘27’ was about 8 or 9 years old, with jet black hair and colorless eyes. Despite his superior’s barking, he continued moving at his own pace. He grabbed a dark green pack, slung it over his shoulder, and moved out with the rest of the boys.
They had been staying in a dark warehouse, with several blankets sprawled on the concrete floor to act as beds and covers. Several more adult men came in to hurry the packing process along. They stuffed all the blankets into large packs of their own and carried them off. Once everyone was out, the group began to march down the hill.
The sun had not yet risen. The sky was a rather lovely shade of midnight blue. It was barely light enough for the boys to see where they were stepping. The sound of grass getting crushed under their feet was the only noise to be heard. The black-haired boy just glowered at the ground. His face was completely blank, but his mind was busy, preparing himself for the activities to come - gunshots, yelling, knife-throwing, lifeless bodies hitting the battlefield. Oh how he hated taking part in it. But he had to, just to keep himself alive.
After almost an hour of walking, the group found their new campsite. A man gruffly called out.
“Get out your weapons and set them up!”
The young boys did as they were told. '27’ begrudgingly pulled a machine gun out of his pack, then set it on a stand. He sighed, then looked up at the sky, which now was a mixture of light blue and yellow due to the sunrise. His eyes found the last remaining stars and hoped with all his might:
'I want to get out of here soon.’
*~*~* 10 years later *~*~*
“Hey 27, aren’t ya gonna eat?” A man asked. He sat on a wooden stool, with two other men, who all looked around the same age. They sat around a wooden table, stuffing their mouths gustily with the food placed on a giant plate before them.
By the window sat a young man, looking out at the sun dipping below the landscape, his elbow propped up on the sill. “No." Was his simple reply.
"Ya sure? Leader says we might not see food again until tomorrow, if we’re lucky.”
“I’m fine.” He insisted, not taking his eyes off the darkening sky.
“Alright. Suit yourself.” The burly man shrugged and went back to shoveling in food.
27 continued to stare at the blazing sun, not paying the slightest bit of concern to what harm it could cause to his eyes. In fact, he hoped it would harm them. 'Make me go blind’, he mentally ordered. A blind soldier wouldn’t be of any help and maybe he would finally be freed from this cruelty. Or perhaps, after the things he’d witnessed, they would just kill him. Either way, he didn’t care. Even if it meant trading life for the gates of Hell, any escape from this merciless group would be worth it. 'Even death would be a blessing’, he thought.
The burning rock eventually disappeared, giving way to nightfall. The stars now twinkled above. This man had long since lost hope of freedom. A life without murders and fighting and misery, he had put behind him. And yet, even so, tonight, he found himself looking up at the stars dotting the inky blue sky.
'Please, save me from this life.’ He silently prayed. Then, he laid down upon his blanket, a thin shield from the hard floor, and fell into a dreamless sleep.
A dazzlingly bright light shined all around him, he could see it even from behind his eyelids. His eyebrows furrowed as he opened his eyes, urging them to adjust. When his vision finally cleared, 27 took in his surroundings.
The room was large and full of grandeur. A large throne sat regally against the wall. The tall double-doors, appearing to be of an expensive wood. He had never before been exposed to such beauty. The man then seemed to grasp ahold of reality and jumped, startled, to his feet.
'Was I kidnapped in my sleep?’ He thought.
“No, child of man, you were not taken.” Came a powerful-sounding voice. 27 whipped around to see a man who exceeded the earthly definitions of grace, might, and intimidation. He wore a robe of the highest quality, his hair was long, a crown rested perfectly on his head. His eyes were gentle, yet still gave off the impression that this man was not to be taken anything but seriously.
Something that shook 27 even more was this being’s inexplicable ability to read his thoughts. “Who are you?” He demanded.
“Child, I am the King of the Heavens. I have heard your prayers for rescue, and have decided to grant your wish.” The 'King’ smiled.
He had no idea what to think. Was this real? Was he being toyed with? How did he end up here? The questions raced rapidly inside his mind. Then, something stuck out to him. This person, this so-called king, had spoken of his private wishes to be freed from his life in the mercenary group. Those prayers had never been said aloud. He had never told anyone about them. How could this man know? It didn’t make sense. 27 didn’t want to believe the words coming out of this man; who’s to say he wasn’t some psycho? However, no logical explanation came for how he knew of things that nobody should.
“What are you talking about?” He questioned.
“You were sold into a mercenary group when you were a infant, correct?” 27 nodded. “And you’ve always despised it. So you prayed to the gods to be saved from that horrible life. Are these things also correct?” The raven-haired man hesitantly nodded again. “Well, my dear child, I’ve decided to grant your wish.”
“….How?” He asked with skepticism.
“I will give you the gift of godhood. You will be allowed to live here in the heavens. In exchange, you will work in one of our departments. Is that acceptable?”
“….Yeah..sure.” 27 was not a naïve man; he wasn’t ready to trust this stranger yet. However, he was curious to see where this was going. So he agreed, all the while preparing himself to fight back if necessary.
“Wonderful,” The king smiled pleasantly, “It is my understanding that you do not have a name, therefore I will give you one. You shall be called Scorpio.”
“Scorpio.” He tested out the name, seeing how it felt coming out of his mouth. A strange name, he thought, but still better than a number. “Alright.”
“You are assigned to the Department of Punishments. You are to punish humans who have committed wrongful deeds.”
Scorpio felt a smirk creep onto his face. Punishing humans? The despicable race that forced him into a life of heinous murder? That didn’t sound too bad. “I can do that.” He agreed, smiling rather darkly.
The king didn’t seem to mind the sinister thoughts making a home out of Scorpio’s mind, and retained a look of peace and satisfaction. “Very well, then. If you agree to these terms,” He lifted a hand, “May your wish be granted.” He pointed his palm at Scorpio, causing light to engulf the black-haired human. His body glowed with an ethereal light for a moment before fading. Scorpio was transformed - his simple clothes were gone, swapped for the Department of Punishments’ uniform. He felt power coursing through his veins, washing away any and all fatigue. He looked down at his hands as he flexed and relaxed them, trying to get used to the feeling.
“You’ll soon get accustomed to it.” The king said.
And with that, Scorpio’s life as a god began.
Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! I may write another fic with things such as Scorpio adjusting to his job in the DOP, meeting the other zodiac gods and stuff like that, but idk. Maybe if I have spare time, I’ll write it :)