DISCLAIMER

Jack Vessalius is not my own character , he belongs to Jun Mochizuki.

Prologue of Too Many Lies, Too Few Truths {A.K.A: A Term of Endearment}

The clock ticking in the hallway was cruel reminder of what little time remained. No one would be able to blind themselves to the dark path being built before them. And soon, peace would be nothing but a distant memory that everyone will long for, and he knew that. A father of young twins, and harboring a wound that should have sent him to the grave, he knew what was creeping around the corner, and had said nothing to his naïve children. He was hiding so much from the family he had come to love more and more. Even tonight, he left his house without so much as a letter stating he would be back later.

Normally, this man wouldn't travel alone, not in the state he was in, and to prevent anyone worrying about him. However tonight couldn't risk his brother being by his side, if he was there then he wouldn't be able to talk to his father. After all, his brothers hated the very ground the man dared to walk, and claimed ever word he uttered was another lie. What the young man thought was amusing was that his brothers could see through others lies, so why were they blinding themselves from such blatant truth? How they not see how much Constantine had changed, and that he is not who he once use to be? Were they really that far in the past with that man?

Clouds blew over the full moon, and chilled the man right down to the bone. He had to stop, his pain was growing worse and sleep with beckoning him with loving arms. Wait. There really was someone standing there, beckoning him forward, and urging him to take a few more steps. He had to try, he was still standing so what harm would it be to take a few more steps. So, keeping his breathing steady he stumbled forward, and nearly fell forward too. The man's heart leapt in his chest for in fear of almost slamming into tree, he wasn't quite ready for battling inanimate objects quite yet. Besides, the tree would win and the poor man would be lying unconscious in his father's arms.

Thankfully, he didn't hit anything, but instead found someone standing in front of him, holding u by his shoulders.

"…You came…I said that if you are really in awful still that would be best for you to stay in bed." Said a man, concern was swimming in his voice.

"Please, don't act like I'm standing on my last leg, I'm far better than I was yesterday. Honestly, Jack, do you really peg me as being that weak? "The younger man asked, a smile tugging at his lips.

Jack's frown hardened,"…I've told you many times, call me Constantine or if you are feeling truly bold, father." He replied, steadying his son. "Unless you want me calling you by your middle name, Alexander, we know just how much your mother adores that name."

Alex tensed under his middle name, pain or not, he pushed away from him. Even darkness Jack could feel the ice coming from his son. And then the slightly irrated chuckle that escaped his throat as the moon broke through the clouds. Rays of moon light fell over Jack's son, his multicolored eyes narrowing into a glare, and a smirk played at his lips. Alexander trembled slightly.

"..Very well, father, you have learned how to play my little game family well. Still, I've told ever since I turned sixteen years old, do any unsightly things and you will once again be called Jack Vessalius." He said, tilting his head slightly as if he was curious to see what he would say or how he would react.

"Fair enough, V*c****t***. You win."Jack sighed.

His father placed a hand on the trunk of tree, and turned his back to him, and then froze. Jack heard his child's shaky footsteps, he didn't want Jack leaving yet, but then again, as of late it was becoming increasingly difficult for the two to see each other. In short, Jack wasn't going to just leave him just because of his son's reasoning.

"...Don't go you simple artisan, as much as you enjoy being the blade for darkness, and as you grow even more immune to that same darkness, I have fallen behind. I…hate it when you leave me in the dark…"

Jack shifted slightly, and then heaved a heavy sigh, he was always so dramatic, and that's something he would never change. Jack smiled as he faced him, even in this tired beaten state there was no way of not seeing the resemblance between the two. The main thing that did set them apart was Alex's eyes, the same eyes that without a doubt happened to be Jack's punishment for things that should be long forgotten about. His one wine red eye, and his golden eye always seemed to burrow through Jack's soul. But not tonight, tonight his eyes were laced with a fever that only frightened him.

"I'm not going anywhere…"He began, his smile grew a bit more despite concern swimming in Jack's mind. 'Besides, I'm not that bad a father, am I?"

His son raised an eyebrow, he wasn't sure what Jack meant by that. Not until he was standing in front of him, pressing the back of his hand against his forehead. Jack flinched at how hot his head was, his son was drenched in sweat.

"Come on, let's sit down." He suggested calmly, quickly guiding his son

"…You have to once again weld that darkness, the same one that created Pandora's fate. If you don't….mother, she'll win, and Oz and Matthew will be her new puppets. If nothing changes in the next few years the whole of existence will quake…." He was rambling, maybe this meeting wasn't the best idea.

"..I know..don't worry about any of it."

"…how can I not, she is my mother, she is my problem, and she wants my sons and I…..Mother's already taken too much from them….from us." He looks his father in the eyes with a weak smile,"..if I don't fight, if I ignore all of this, Matthew and Oz won't be the only people she will destroy.."

Jack tried not to shudder, but he knew that. Once his son was almost destroyed and tainted by his mother. If Jack wasn't careful the man resting on, his oldest son, wouldn't be coming back again if Vivaldi dug her claws into him again.

"..Don't worry, don't worry about her, little one. Just focus on the fairies you once claimed to chase in the garden."Jack spoke softly, as he looked up at the moon sliding behind the horizon.

Morning would soon come, and he wouldn't be in bed. With any luck his brothers would think that their younger brother went to attend errands on his own. Even in such a poor state, this man was insistent on letting everyone know just how independent he was. Yet, as a young child he always went to Jack for help, and the whole time he was unaware of who Jack really was to him. The only person Alexander would ever freely admit to having any flaws, any weaknesses was Jack, no Constantine Vessalius, Alex true father.

Uhh, that was overly dramatic ending. Still, redoing A Term Of Endearment, I didn't like it. It was choppy, well I hope this is better.

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