Odysseus had just returned from his twenty year journey. And what did he find? His palace was desecrated, and ransacked by suitors. He flew into an immediate bloodthirst, letting out years of torment and frustration as he slaughtered dozens upon dozens of men. He’d planned for a short time, shooting out the torches and hiding the suitors weaponry. He built the palace, he knew every single entryway and every passage.

"Old king, our leader is dead. You've destroyed the serpent's head." A suitor reasoned. "Now the rest of us are no longer a threat! Old king, forgive us instead, so that no more blood is shed." He said with a kind smile, a mere ploy to get Odysseus’ guard down. To remind him of a dear old friend.. "Let's have open arms instead-!" "No." Odysseus shot the man, impaling his eye socket with another arrow. Telemachus, his son, had run in with a sword, preparing to strike.

A soldier noticed the young adult, and announced to the rest. "Brothers, come and arm yourselves, there's a chance for us to win!" He said, raising his sword in triumph. "We can still defeat the king if we all attack the prince." "Capture him, he's our greatest chance!" "Get off me, get off me!" Telemachus squirmed desperately, afraid and disoriented. "Fight 'til the prince can barely stand!" "Hold him down, hold him down!" The rest chanted, pinning the Prince and raising their weapons. "Make the king obey our command!" "Hold him down, hold him down!" "'Cause if he won't, I'll break the kid's hands!" He smirked as he held Telemachus’ hands behind his back, his grip tightening on his wrists. "Got hi—" Telemachus’ sword clattered as he was released, something impaling the one who held him. "Me- mer—" the man could barely get the words out as Odysseus held him up by the throat. "Mercy? Mercy?!" Odysseus screamed, killing the man on the spot. "My mercy has long since drowned. It died to bring me home." He impaled and killed another suitor after each sentence. "And as long as you're around, my family's fate is left unknown. You plotted to kill my son. You planned to r¿pe my WIFE?!" He shot an arrow, landing it right through two men’s necks. "All of you are goin' to die. You've filled my heart with hate. All of you, who have done me wrong, THIS WILL BE YOUR FATE!" He held up the decapitated head of a suitor, eyes poked out by arrows.