Caution: Attropolis contains strong language, sexual content, disturbing images and immoral grotesque behavior. You have been warned.
He saw a bolt of lightning coming down from the skies, a bright white like splitting into arms of the shape of knives. They were illuminating the street, his face lit up, the arms had hit the water, suddenly it had turned into a light show, electricity dancing in the water hitting the buildings and bouncing from the buildings towards him. He raised both his hands up in the air like embracing… The electricity had hit his feet, coursing through him, coloring him white, blue and a loud thunder was heard as electricity moved to his face. Eyes turned blue, hair turned yellow then white, and a gust of wind blew from behind, his hair in the wind, dispersing… He stood there bold, electrified, tears were coming down his face, just as the rain started to pour again. His steps felt light, as he put one foot in front of the other, the speed at which he was moving was increasing. Every drop of rain that was falling onto him was lighting up, suddenly the streets were filled with bright spontaneous bursts of light as he was running back home. He burst through the door of his home, his parents, mortified, they barely recognized him. He has white eyebrows, the small hairs on his body turned blonde. His mother came to him, angry, disappointed, yet somehow it felt like a giant rock was lifted from her heart. The father seeing him, was horrified, he knew that this could be nothing but a bad omen, feeling powerless, he went to grab a bottle of some wine, sat back down at the table and poured himself a pint of wine. And another one, then another one, and another one, then another one. The boy still had electricity in him, so as his mother approached him, she got zapped. His father put his hand on his face, sighed, looked at her, she started laughing, and so did he. The child in his confusion started laughing as well. This family was strongly tied together, the two lovers that became parents met as children during school, much like their child is in love already with someone. They got married when they were eleven, just before she got her first menstruation. As in love as ever even today, as they were when they first met, at the ripe old age of seven. But their life wasn’t always perfect, they first tried to have a child the night they got married, it didn’t pan out sadly. It took them seven years worth of trying before they got the little ball of joy that is Hippos. They had multiple miscarriages, some voluntary, due to the jealousy of others and some involuntary. The laughing had stopped in the house, the mother went to put dinner on the table for the little rascal, as he went got a cloth, some salt, doused the cloth in water, put some salt on it, he started scrubbing his teeth. The father, still drinking his wine, with a lot of dread in his eyes. Hippos started scrubbing real good on his teeth, faster and faster. Suddenly everything started floating, a lighting came down hitting his parents, both turned to ash in an instant. The house, being from mud bricks, got cracked and ashed, but didn’t burn. As he heard the thunder, Hippos turned around, shocked to see his parents dead…
And in Rome…
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