If anyone ever tells you that they walk a lonely road, then most likely they’re some wannabe that got pissed off at someone along the way, and are taking the hissy fit way out of confrontation. A little attitude, a little boo-hoo, and suddenly everyone is walking some lonely road, and quoting some long dead poet that was never any good to begin with.1
Every so often, you get the rare being that is alone, either by choice or happenstance, and does their best to keep it that way. Alone. They don’t whine about their circumstances, nor to they sit there and tell everyone they meet that they’re alone, and they like it. I mean, come on! If you prefer to be alone, then there really shouldn't be anyone around to tell it to… savvy?2
And speaking of savvy… well, you weren’t, but I was, and since this is my little tale, I’m going to do this my way… not that I don’t already, but .. you get the picture. Savvy...that’s me. No, no the ‘savvy’ from those actually not too bad pirate movies, but me…understand?3
No? Well, far be it from me to keep anyone guessing (unless I really feel like jerking you around), Who am I? I am Savitar…not that it’s any of your frigging business. I am the myth, the ultimate enigma, the goddamned fucking legend. And believe me, when I say goddamned, I’m being literal. I am what is, what was, and what always shall be. I am the summation of what is good in the universe… and what is absolute evil.4
And if you don’t like it, then tough.5
Lemme give you a little course on what it is to be me. And note that I’m telling you because I feel like it. Which is why I do most things really… I feel like it. I was created too many frigging years ago in a time when reality and mystery meet and when wildest guesses are about the best you’re going to come up with. Am I confusing you yet? Good. Serves you right for being so frigging nosey. 6
Anyway, note that I said created, and not born. I might have had a mother and father…I don’t know. Not that I would want to know, since I can’t remember them, so they either gave me up pretty damn quick, or I was taken right after I was born. Either way, it’s kind of irrelevant to me.7
My first real memories that I am certain of are when I killed my first being with nothing more than a thought. No idea what he did, but I’m fairly certain he pissed me off in some way and paid the price. Did I mention that I kill things that annoy me? 8
Yeah, well… whatever. So, fast forward a few thousand years… yes, I said thousand. I’m sitting in some opulent palace, being attended by a bevy of bodacious women(need I go into detail about what I mean by attended? Well, too bad! Frigging perv.) So, there I was, being serviced, and some ancient guy pops in, and since I’m fairly old myself, that’s saying something. (Although, with my looks, I can pass for thirty, while this guy could pass for Methuselah.) He tells me that I’m a god… like I didn’t already figure that part out... hello?? I’m three thousand years old, dofus!9
But here’s where it gets good. The guy tells me that every pantheon (all the gods of a people considered as a group) has one or a few gods that can actually kill others, but not be killed by other. And I find out that I was created to be a Chthonian…more commonly known as a god killer. Yeah, bay-bee! Now we’re talking! But nooooo.. this little revelation had some little specifications to it. I could kill other gods, but they had to actually deserve it (I mean, where’s the fun in that???), and other Chthonian’s could kill me. At least I could kill them, too. But, hey, that didn’t bug me.
I was kind of ticked off about the ‘no killing gods without reason’ things, though. Those snot-assed Greek bastard gods had been pissing me off for centuries, especially Apollo. And now I could kill him, but not without just cause. And apparently not without killing his sister, Artemis, and dooming the Earth to die. 10
I’ve already seen the future, and this Artemis is going to be a bitch of major proportions, so… where’s the harm in offing them and letting the Earth die? Not like the humans ever gave a damn about me anyway. To them, I was some god they had to appease so I wouldn’t kill them. 11
So, yeah, this ancient guy leaves, and I’m kind of annoyed, so I do a little traveling through the fabric of times; which completely pisses off the Greek Fates… which is the only reason I did it in the first place. Looking for other Chthonian, I finally found a few, and for once, felt like I belonged…not like they welcomed me with open arms, but at least they accepted me.12
Fast forward a bit, and we get to a lovely point in my existence where my fellow Chthonian turned on each other. Yeah, as much as I love chaos and just plain outright killing something, I didn’t exactly like what was going on with my brothers and sisters. The Chthonian Civil war started, and soon we were killing each other left, right, and center, which left the other gods of various pantheons free to wage war on each other. 13
During this time, Atlantis decided to take that dive into the water, courtesy of Apollymi, the Destroyer, which was soon followed by the destruction of the Sumerian gods. 14
The world was quickly going straight to Hades in a reed basket, and we were too damn busy fighting each other to know, or ever care. On the whole, I stayed out of it…mainly on principle. Yes, I happen to have a few…they’re small, but I have them. My fellow god-killers didn’t deserve to die. Well, not until they decided to gang up and try to take me out. After being literally stabbed in the back and left for dead, I changed my point of view on this whole Civil War. 15
After swiftly taking out my ex-friends that decided to betray me, but making it oh, so painful for them in the process, I set my sights on some others. Solidifying my reputation as being a cold-hearted mean son of a bitch, I sequestered myself to my little slice of tranquility, Neratiti; the magical island. 16
Yeah, the killers followed me there, and I was even less friendly with them than I had been with those that tried to kill me. Using the magic of the island, and the powers I possessed, I pulled Neratiti into the cosmic timelines, and basically hid.17
Note I said ‘basically’. I needed to get away to calm myself, since I knew what I was capable of when annoyed. Somewhere along those thousands of years, I started to like Earth and humanity, and wanted to keep things the way they were meant to be. Plus, watching timelines and fixing them tended to greatly piss of the Fates, and damn it, I was still getting my jollies from annoying those bitches. 18
I stayed with Neratiti for eons, walking her beaches, and surfing the waves that crashed on her shores. I didn’t like leaving, and I grew to love the solitude that came with me living alone. I finally found the peace that had eluded me on real land.19
Since then, I’ve left a few times to help others, the main one being a man... actually, someone not much older than a kid… that got royally fucked around by her Royal Goddess Bitchiness herself, Artemis. I won’t bore you with his story, although it is anything but boring, except to say that by helping him, he helped me come to terms with distrust and made me actually take a look at things again. 'Forever grateful' seems like such a trite payment to him, and his outlook on life, so he is the one being I have vowed to help anytime he requests, and to make sure that he fulfills the destiny that only I know he has awaiting him. 20
Although I would never admit it, helping someone brought back some spark to my otherwise dim existence, and I started to look through time to see where I could help. Which brought the Were-Hunters to my existence. 21
Created from love and sorrow, these beings never should have been. The Fates ordered them killed, and for once, I agreed with them… especially since I could see their future, and how it could explode on the unsuspecting universe and collapse it. King Lycaon refused to destroy his Apollite/animal hybrids, causing the Fates to curse them, and then sit back to watch them battle the centuries away. And since we all know that I would do anything to piss off the Fates…22
You got it, I stepped in. Taking the leaders, or Regis from each branch of the Katagaria and Arcadian Were-Hunters, I bought the animal and human branches together and created some rules for them to live by. To say they accepted me at face value would be a complete lie. To say that I didn’t kill a few to get my point across would be another complete lie. 23
Eventually, and with me as a mediator, they hammered out some basic guidelines, and then went back to killing each other. 24
Whatever. Not like I cared, anyway. They were starting to cramp my style, with all the whining, and complaining, and wanting to meet in a room on Neratiti just when the waves were at their best. Suffice to say, they were screwing up my surfing, so I was glad to be rid of them for the time being. 25
Surfing. Love it. It’s what keeps me sane, and prevents me from completely flipping out and toasting the universe. Yeah, I know I said helping Acheron and then the Were’s was good for me, but damn, I’ve seen some pretty funky stuff in my existence, and done some fairly malevolent things… and that can tend to leave its mark on even the hardiest of souls.
Above all, I like to be alone. I prefer to be alone. It’s me making amends for the things I may have done, and it’s my penance to be alone throughout eternity and make sure that the cosmos doesn’t take that nosedive that I know it’s going to take. 26
When it comes down to it, there’s only one being that can keep things more or less on the timelines they're supposed to be on. It’s a full time job that I squeeze in between surfing the waves, but, in the end, I know that I stand alone.27
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Author notes
subject to change after I've re-read it whilst sober.
(yeah, it's Savitar from my fiction)
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- Godsmack - I Stand Alone- Contest by Kari.
200 points, ended November 15, 2007, 1 entries
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read for content it is:Excellent.
beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 5, dialog: 5, characters: 5.
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That...was awesome. You portray Savitar so well it's scary. This was really well written. Man I can't wait for his arc to come along. I swear he's one of the coolest characters I have ever read about. (But I shall have patience), Caradoc tells himself.
beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 5, characters: 5.
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Thank ya
Hard to believe I wrote this a year and a half ago... seems just like yesterday. *sigh*
Savitar is such a fun character to work with since so little is know about him. Like you, and cannot wait for his arc. One night I had this dream (which I posted to the Dark-Hunter BBS) that Savitar was Ash and Tory's son...
... and that he travelled back in time, ended up being killed and became Chthonian, and then tried to change it, but only made it all worse, including screwing up Ash's timeline, so, to make amends, he travelled though time to train 'dad' and help him, and all that. Was pretty weird, actually. *That's* when you know you've been reading too much DH.
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I could just see Savitar being/doing this. Great descriptions...wonder what his real story is.
Great job and congrats on the tropy.
Brooke
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I am so eagerly awaiting his story... since his 'arc' in the series is the next one (right after Jaden's that is... which just started), he should be in the books more and more. Dude's my favorite character
(never thought I'd ever blush over a fictional character 
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A story about Savitar? oh, yeah!
Nice autobiography. Packed with great information, and a very nice history. Wonder if the real Savitar will have a past like this? (I cannot WAIT for his story to come out!) Last paragraph... their.. should that be they're?
Hey, congrats on the win!
beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 5, dialog: 5, characters: 5.
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I was waiting for you to get to this one (and yes, it's they're.. thanks for pointing that out).
I can't wait for Savitar's turn, either.... only that means Ash will be gone
(but I have a wicked story in mind for that ... right after Flesh For Fantasy... but, it'll be a short novel.... 
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Damn cool! I like how you have meshed so many different ideas together. Obviously you have quite some practice with playing around with Greek Mythology, not that I would really know, not knowing more then basics on the myths, but I assume.
If I were a Chthonian I would hunt this dude down and kill him... or at least have a good try. I can't stand his type.
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No killing Savitar
He's my main man... in stories, that is
I like mythology (of any kind), and like to play around with it a bit, since a lot is open to interpretation.
Thanks for reading. and for liking it!
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This was wicked awesome. At the time I was reading this I was listening to the old classic " Highway To Hell " By AC/DC and it really fit! Lol Best of luck in the contest!
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Thanks. Hopefully it fits with "I Stand Alone" more.
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