It was cramped now in the palace, most of the occupants were there and acting happy. All except for one lone female. The vibe would have been a happy one, one of joy and happy expectation, but that one lone female made that not happen. The room they were all in was huge and it came complete with three chandeliers, all very different from the other and very finely decorated. The one that you'd see the second you walked into the room was of golden bone which held red candles. She had to admit it was unique, the second one was directly in the center of the room and was the smaller of the three. It had emerald colored snakes, some with ruby eyes and others with gold eyes, crisscrossing all over, in the mouths of these crafted snakes were candles which held golden flames. The third chandelier was enormous, it was the bigger of the three. It had bone of silver which mingled with snakes with pure Onyx eyes, these snakes had little dishes in their mouths which held tiny aqua blue skulls that had candles sticking up on their heads. These three chandeliers hung down from a dark gray ceiling, they overlooked an extremely long table that stood up on accent legs, the table was cherry red and had a trim of gold on the edges and a giant gold V in the center of fancy design which was the initial of the room's, and palace's, owner.
The walls of the room were black, a shelf ran along the room which held large vases, all darkly painted with cryptic and Gothic themes, either a black or a dark green plant had been placed up on each corner of the shelf. Her father was fond of skulls and he had placed a crystal skull four feet apart on the shelf which you could see right through, they did not hold candles, they were simply decorative skulls which were polished to a blinding shine each day. On the walls hung banners, paintings and pictures, in the corners up near the ceiling hung webs that seemed to of been made of silk, they looked very much a part of the room. As with all of the rooms in her father's palace, the floor was heavily misted. There was not a speck of dust in the room, or any of the rooms in her father's palace for that matter. He had each room dusted twice a week, even if it didn't need it done.
"Eat, dear." Irka Surfeit said from across the table. "Remember, you're eating for two."
"Unfortunately!" she glared across the table at her grandmother.
This was no ordinary table, and this was no ordinary family seated at it. Seated across from her was a graceful, feminine, but to her hideously ugly and revolting skeleton woman. The skeleton woman was looking at her in stunned shock, she shook her skull head from which long crystalized hair of light blue hung and reached down almost to her waist. This skeleton woman was no stranger to her, she knew well who she was. Irka Surfeit was her grandmother, she was wearing a purple dress that was tight around the breasts, which poked out like pyramids from her skeleton body. A white belt that had spikes on it ran around her waist, underneath the table she clicked his black heels together, they had spikes on the sides. Irka's skeleton body was darkly colored, each bone either being black or purple in color, she had no eyes and there was not a single fleck of flesh on her body, she was fully skeleton in form.
"Honey, stop it." Irka chided her. "Being pregnant isn't the end of the world. It's the beginning of a new life."
"For three, not just one." TazirVile spoke up. "For you, your father and the baby. A good new beginning."
"A bleak, horrible life if you ask me." she responded flatly.
The one seated four seats to the right across the table from her was an odd one. He had a lanky body with good, firm muscle. His back and chest, she knew, was muscled nicely, he had a six-pack and his arms were full of gently flowing muscle. TazirVile was her father's uncle, he was her great-uncle, he was wearing a burgundy colored tuxedo jacket that had a long tail in the back. His shirt was white and ended in belled cuffs which stuck out from his tuxedo jacket, his pants were burgundy and so were his shined up shoes. TazirVile had oval sized shiny silver eyes that were hid behind a pair of goggled glasses, his head was shaped as an upside down teardrop, his skin was blue. He had two holes were a nose would be on his face and an O for a mouth. When he reached over and grabbed his glass of Lava Juice his suction-cupped fingertips made a squishing sound when they touched the glass.
"How long has she been this way?" Cyla asked. "Has she always been this negative?"
"No, her negativity started escalating two months after she found out she was pregnant." Irka replied. "Been getting a bit monotonous and annoying."
Her eyes swept over to the female being seated beside TazirVile, this being she didn't much know and she didn't much want to know, the same as the others at the table. Cyla, newly remarried to DuruVile Surfeit and enjoying the life he brought back into her, looked like TazirVile but she wasn't his mother. She had a light blue face and body, she had red blush on her cheeks, eyeshadow on her eyelids and lipstick on her lips, she barely had a nose. Her bright blue eyes were beady, you would have to look at her close to notice she had eyes. She had red wavy hair, a few strands dyed purple, that went down past her shoulders. She was wearing a black dress that was shimmery red down the middle front, it had bright red belled cuffs hanging down from the wrists, she had red heels on her feet.
"She'll shape up when she has that baby." DuruVile said after wiping his mouth with a napkin. "All women do."
She moved her eyes to the being seated beside Cyla, this being was one that made her almost snicker at. Authors had written in the books on the Surfeit family that he had died after meeting his match on Wren8, but in truth he had just been badly injured and had retreated, so much so that he had disappeared for over a hundred thousand years. DuruVile Surfeit and Cyla had made up and remarried, both claiming a rekindle had happened in their love for each other soon before her capture. He sat beside Cyla wearing a black aristocratic cotton Cravat shirt that had an elaborate tie hanging down from the neck and dark green pants, his dark green jacket which had a tail that trailed down to the floor hung from the back of the chair that he was seated at. He had a bi-colored head and face, the left side of his head and face being silver with the right side being black. The long ears which ran the full length of his shoulders were silver, they had black Tiger-like stripes on them. A gold chain hung from the left ear, it had a silver ball on the end. He had glowing green eyes with yellow pupils.
"I can't wait to see it!" Rita Repulsa exclaimed. "What do you think it'll be? Boy or girl?"
"I bet it'll look like its daddy." Dara Dara said happily. "Naturally, whatever the gender the baby will be very powerful, the parents sure are!"
Sitting beside her was her half-sister, Rita Repulsa. She glanced her way once then snorted, she went back to her unappealing meal of badly roasted and stuffed Litti, she had been forced for these past eight months to eat what was cooked and with eat forkful she'd gag at the taste. Her half-sister beside her was eating gleefully. Rita Repulsa was older, much older, than herself, being fourteen thousand fifty-two years old. Rita had a circular face with a nose similar to their father's, her skin was lightly tanned but was covered in heavy make-up. She had purple lipstick on her lips, purple eyeshadow on her eyelids and eyeliner around her eyes which were brown in color. She also had mascara on her eyelashes. Her hair was a light shiny gray and was held up by orange ribbons in two twin cones, her hair being held up in that fashion made her look like she had horns. She was wearing a brown dress with gold embroidery around the lower arms and skirt, she had on a flexible armor-like Madonna cone bra which was bronze in color, it was connected to the dark brown neck frill that had light gold triangular designs on it, blue feathers poked out all around the frill. Rita's hair was being held out of her face by a black band that had gold swirls on it, a ruby was in the middle, running down from the band was a light gray braided outer face adornment. When she picked up her glass of Lava Juice her long purple colored fingernails clicked against the glass.
Another glass clicked and she looked forward, seated beside her grandmother was her aunt, her grandmother's only daughter, Dara Dara. Irka's daughter looked right unique and pretty, her face was surrounded by bright blue crystal shards, she had wavy light blue almost white hair that hung down to her shoulders. She had bright blue eyes. Dara Dara was wearing a long flowing dress of blue, purple and black synthetic crystal, she had blue heels on her feet. Dara Dara was setting her glass down, she had long and curled dark blue fingernails, on her right pinky finger she wore a blue diamond ring. This ring was not an engagement ring, Dara Dara had never settled down and she didn't seem ready to do so anytime soon.
"I'm hoping its a boy." Rito Revolto said excitingly. "I've got enough sisters to deal with."
"Personally, I am hoping it is a girl." Triskull said, he was holding a piece of Pesarattu bread up to his lips, he put the whole piece in his mouth and started talking while he was chewing. "I be frid if ifts a voy."
"Don't speak with food in your mouth!" Irka chided her youngest son.
Rito Revolto sat beside his sister, Rita. He looked more like Irka's son than his father's but everyone knew better than to say such thing. He had a fully skeleton body, no flesh at all on him. One side of his body was camouflaged while the other was white, he had a helmet on his head which matched the colors of his body, the right side being white while the left was camouflaged, this was not a part of his outfit, he had been born with the helmet on. His teeth were slightly rotted, he had no eyes. He had a belt around his waist from which small skulls hung from, green bands were around his wrists. He was three thousand and two years old.
Seated beside Dara Dara was her younger brother, Triskull. He was lanky in build with a lot of muscle on his arms and legs, he had a body of full flesh which was dark blue, almost black, in color. She found it odd about his name, he had just one skull. He had glowing yellow eyes with black pupils, similar to his older brother's only his were larger and less intelligent. He had two long black horns that swung up on his head, his long ears stuck out on either side of his head, they ended in skulls that were a dingy white in color. He had a collar with spikes on it around his neck, a chain ran from a circle on the collar to his belt which was dark blue in color. He had a pair of wings attached to his back, the webbing on the wings was red and ripped in places. He wore a pair of shoulder guards that resembled the top half of a pair of jaws, there was even a row of teeth on the bottom, the shoulder guards were black in color and ended in a pair of dull gold skulls on both sides. She took a second look at her uncle and saw that he had a red scar over his left eye, across his neck was a pink scar and there was a long diagonal scar on his chest with a shorter scar crisscrossing over it. There was also a gauge in his left elongated ear, this was a permanent mark from her, she had put that there along with the scar over his eye.
"Have any names been thought up yet?" Rita asked her father. "Will the baby have an R name like me and Rito?"
"Name hasn't been picked out yet." Master Vile replied.
"No name? Surely you've talked with Angel on a name, the child will be born here soon." Irka said in shock. "Angel..."
"Don't care."
Master Vile tapped his youngest daughter on her shoulder and gave her a look before heading back to his Hyderabadi biriyani, Palak paneer and baked to a crisp beetles. He was wearing a long black robe and a black cape which was attached to a pair of shoulder wraps that were dark blue in color, on both sides of the shoulder wraps edges near his chin was a snakehead, the right one was dark blue while the left one was gold. The snakeheads were not a simple part of his outfit, they were alive. Both snakeheads were gently nudging up against his chin, one would slightly nip in affection every few seconds. There was a blue scarf around his neck and two kerchiefs of thick fabric hung below them, one was a dull red and the other was a dull gold in color. He wore a breast-plate that was gold in color, except for a few small circular places which were aqua colored, that had a gold chain mail hanging down from the plate, from it hung a thin gold chain. A white tassel hung down across from the thin gold chain, it was tied off on the end with a red string, beside it hung a fiery red tassel, this was a trophy from his youngest daughter, he wore it only as a way to say he had beaten her. He had black pants on and black shoes, very shined up, on his feet. He wore a pair of gold-colored gloves on his hands that went back to his elbows, his long blue fingernails poked out of the holes at the end of each finger of the gloves.
Master Vile looked an awful lot like DuruVile, and in fact the resemblance was spot on because he and DuruVile were related. DuruVile was his grandfather. Master Vile had a humanoid-looking face with a small nose which pointed down sharply, his eyes were golden-yellow and glowed brilliantly. The left side of his head and face was gold while the right side was dark blue, his body underneath the robe matched those colors. His elongated ears were gold with black Tiger-like stripes, on each ear hung six earrings. Master Vile had a pair of blue-tinted glasses on, these did not help him see, he had excellent eyesight, they were just for show, to make him look cool.
Everyone at the table went silent, only a few knew of the true nature of the going-ons at Master Vile's palace. Master Vile's youngest daughter, Angel Irene, a gorgeous fiery redheaded woman with emerald-green eyes that had a single golden-yellow ring around the black pupils was really creating a lot of unwanted and unneeded fussing and fighting. Angel Irene, not only Master Vile's youngest daughter but his daughter-mate, was so defiant that she refused to act in any way cordial, even when she was asked about her pregnancy. The girl was powerful, extremely powerful, and everyone was proud of her for her abilities and was looking forward to her first living and taken to term child, everyone it seemed, except for Angel Irene.
Angel Irene looked at the table with its disgusting trays of foods and beverages, she had been forced into living at the palace, eating the food that was prepared for her, forced into the life that the palace, and its occupants, lived and forced into carrying the baby that she had in her stomach. She had tried escaping three times, each time after seeing a news broadcast of her friends trying to take back Earth from her father. Each time her attempt was thwarted, she would be recaptured and taken right back up to the chamber that she had been partially living in for eight months. She had been five months along the last time she had tried to escape, now being seven months she found herself unable to, her stomach was much too round and her body grew tired very fast.
"She won't speak anything nice on the baby." Master Vile said. "Treats it like a burden, even talks down about it. Really starting to piss me off."
"Maybe she wasn't the best of choices for a mate?" TazirVile said, he was now eating a bowl of Vindaloo.
"The universe picked her for his mate," Irka replied. "It's never been wrong in picking mates for people."
"Are you sure the universe picked the right person though?" TazirVile continued the conversation. "Could there be another out there like her? She had a twin, right?"
"Yes but the twin passed away a long time ago." Master Vile replied. "She's my mate, my universally choosen mate."
"Still, the universe could have..." TazirVile started to say.
"Listen here, Uncle!" Master Vile stood up, he stood a full six-foot five inches tall, dark and foreboding. His golden-yellow eyes stared at his uncle angrily. "She has had the pains! She has experienced the pains and I've experienced the dreams. I was picked for her and she was picked for me. That is that!"
"Alright, alright." TazirVile raised then lowered his hand. "Just trying to help out some, figure out what's wrong."
"She's just hormonal." Master Vile looked down at Angel.
"Speaking out of your teeth, Old Man." Angel glared up at her father.
DuruVile stood up, he stood a good six-foot two inches in height, he walked around the table then stopped beside her. Angel didn't look up, this was the usual. He'd get up, try to scare her into behaving then would be told to retake his seat by her father. This time though it was different, DuruVile grabbed her up by her shoulders and shook her. Her father grabbed her and pulled her away from his grandfather, he glared at him but didn't say anything. DuruVile had been away for a short while, on his honeymoon with Cyla, he had been written about the situation by his son and hadn't really taken it seriously. He was now, he hated disrespect and if this was his child, he would think to himself, she'd be in a world of hurt, pregnant or not.
"You near ruined my wedding with your sour attitude, I'll be damned if you ruin this happy occasion of a new member of the family being born." DuruVile jabbed at her with one of his long black fingernails.
"Oh boo hoo boo!" Angel mocked him. "Who would want to marry a sorry sap like you? Take off without a word, make people think you've keeled over then show up over a hundred thousand years later."
"Enough!" DuruVile swiped his hand, palm held out, and struck her across the face.
"Enough? Enough of what? You're ugly mug?" Angel continued to insult him.
"Angel!" Master Vile whispered firmly in her ear.
"Probably come up too short between the legs to make a woman happy." Angel ignored her father. "Probably why you have had five wives, no satisfaction in the bed. No bigger than a..."
DuruVile slapped her so hard she flew from her father's arms to the floor, she landed on her side. The side of her face was red, she started laughing and stood up, her father grabbed her arm to stop her from running anyplace, from trying to escape. She glared out, still laughing, at her great-grandfather, her emerald-green eyes bright with fury. He saw this and slapped her three times in succession, she dropped to the floor and shook her head. Her fiery red hair had been permed up, she hated it, she wanted her old life, her old straight out fiery red hair and her old clothes back. She stood up with a short struggle, her stomach really prevented her from doing a lot, it protruded out so much it made many think that she was further along in her pregnancy.
"Come on Ang," Master Vile grabbed her up gently and carried her out of the dining room. "you've had enough for tonight. We all have."
"Quit calling me Ang you fucking imbecile!" Angel screamed, her scream echoed back to the people in the dining room.
"Quit cursing like that!" Master Vile shouted at her. "A lady of your breeding should not be using such foul words."
She was thrown into the chamber she had been forced into sharing with her father, it was his bedroom chamber and with each coming of the night for the first month her father would come in and do his forced sex act on her. He had been rough that whole month and she had walked around the room almost with nothing on except for a pair of panties, her shoulders littered with marks from when he had sunk his fangs into her, a few fang marks on her breasts and from time to time she'd walk around with a new mark between her legs. Her father was no gentle lover, he was all rough all the time, even after she got pregnant and he stopped with the biting he'd be rough, her bones for the first four months of her stay at her father's palace felt like they had been moved around, jostled, yanked up from their correct positions. After she had hit the five month mark he had stopped completely, saying that with her being in her second term sex was needed to be at a halt.
The room she was in was immense, very big, and very well decorated. All around were things of beauty and culture. The bed was a canopy, the canopy was black and the blankets were black with dark red vine-like designs. There were many pillows on the head of the bed, many circular, throw and normal sized pillows that were housed in an all dark red pillow case, on the right side of the bed was a large pillow, much larger than the others, and it had the indentations that someone had recently been sleeping on it. This was her father's personal pillow, molded specifically to gently hold his long ears, this pillow was encased in a solid black pillow case. When she walked around the heavy mist on the floor drifted by, showing the dark blue, almost black, carpet. The walls around the room were striped red and dark red. On the walls were several torches, there was a small bucket underneath each torch that caught the oil that dripped down from the torch bowls. Above, hanging from the ceiling, was a gold chandelier, her father loved style and in each room he made sure that everyone knew that. The chandelier had small white skulls that were pointed up on the ends of the gold slightly curved bars, they held candles in their mouths.
At each corner of the bed, was a vase from which smoke drifted up from an incense stick burning. The incense smell wafted through her nostrils, it was heavy and near took her breath away. She had been told she would get use to the smell but she never had, and she promised herself she never would. She walked away from the bed and went to the single black leather chair that was in the room, the arms of the chair curved and held white screaming skulls that had red teeth. The cushion was soft, the whole chair had a shine to it. She sat in it and reached back, felt around then pulled out a small book. She sighed and opened it, the book was empty of words, had only twenty pages of white in it. In the center was a brand, a magically taken off of her brand which used the letters A and S. This brand had been on her neck for all of three weeks of her forced occupation of her father's palace then he had ripped it off in a flurry of anger after she had attempted to escape for the first time. He had tossed it in a waste basket then had left the room, she had retrieved it and kept it hidden.
"He's forgotten you." her mind said to her. "You have not heard a thing or seen a thing on the news about them."
"It's only been two months." she argued with herself, tears welled up in her emerald colored eyes. "They could have gotten too busy, it's winter on Earth now."
"All of them, all of your friends. They have forgotten you, that is why you haven't heard or seen anything of them." her mind said.
"School just started, Atlas probably has his people to deal with. They're all busy." she continued to argue with herself.
"Quit living in the past, all of your friends are gone. Their memory of you has drifted away." her mind told her.
Angel traced the brand, the only thing she had left of her living on Earth. She had tried hard, given a great effort to escape, and had been thwarted with each attempt. She rested her head back, twin tears falling from each eye, she saw the decorations on the walls. Images and paintings of black horses rearing up, their mouths open and their nostrils flaring red, dragons breathing fire, skulls holding black roses which dripped blood and a portrait of her father with Rita and Rito standing on either side of him. She took note of the Black Leopard skin rug, the head still attached, lying in front of the bed, she saw on one wall the taxidermied head of the Addax Antelope, with the antlers still intact. The horns were beautiful and had three twists to them, they ran twenty-two inches up on the head which was gray, there was a light gray, almost white, cross on the face, a brown tuft of hair was between the horns. The animal had an upside down mane on the neck which was brown, the rest of the neck was gray. The eyes were like marbles, black and to her, they looked sad.
Above her was a spider web, in each corner of the palace there was one, and there were no living spiders that called them home, the webs were decorative items, all of them. A simple silk decoration. Across from her was sat a large mirror, surrounded by a gold and black frame, she had tried escaping by going through that the last time, her pregnancy had prevented her from going far and she had been caught and brought back. Beside her on a glass table sat her father's smoking machine, a machine from which a tube ran from, a tube that had a silver cone and trigger at the tip. The machine was black but had red and gold designs on it, the tube was clear, she had tried the machine once during her pregnancy and had fainted after one small suck on the machine, her father had not been home that day.
On the right side of the bed stood a dark gray dresser, a long dark gray dresser, that had a red cloth on it. There was a headbust on the dresser, it was light gray and shaped like her father's head, even had the elongated ears. This he used to house his blue-tinted glasses and earrings when he wasn't wearing them. He had brought in a vanity and stool, dark red in color, for her to use and really, the only thing she used it for was to look at her current physical self grow fat and wide. She hated seeing herself this way, she was grotesquely overweight, over-pregnant. She was gassy and overly moody, one thing she overused nowadays, and she was now over emotional. She slid the book back into the seats back and leaned back, her eyes were now turning the faucet on, large drops of fat, wet tears falling down her cheeks.
"Yes, they have forgotten about me." she said aloud, finally accepting it, that she was utterly alone. "My father has probably destroyed each and every one of them. Each of my friends, and he's probably destroyed Atlas' stronghold and killed off his people." she swallowed hard, a loud click came from her throat as she did, she started sobbing loudly now. "And now I carry the next generation, a forced pregnancy, a forced upon me baby that I don't want. I'm carrying the sick burden of incest. Ah-ah-an incest child. Ah-ah-and I proh-proh..."
She broke down fully, her crying filling the room. Her body shook, she felt the baby kick but she ignored it. She slid from the chair, still sobbing, still a wreck of a woman, and walked to the bed. She lay on the bed, curled up like the baby in her womb and cried more. After ten minutes she grabbed a pillow and held it to her, she cried into it, she cried and wailed to it, she punched it when her anger started coming out then she hugged it tight. For forty-five long minutes she cried, she started rocking back and forth after twenty minutes then she started screaming out after thirty minutes. When forty-five minutes had passed by she slipped into sleep, her face swollen from her tears, her eyes still wet and dripping, the pillow she held so close wet.
"If she won't talk with you over naming the child then you should go on and name it." Irka said to her oldest son. "She's had her chance, that's what I'm saying. You've tried to get her involved, we've tried to get her involved with the naming and she just won't."
"Is this truly what you had in mind when you caught wind of her being your daughter-mate?" TazirVile asked his nephew. "Since when did you decide she was the one the universe had decided was your mate?"
Master Vile sat on his Kubus style couch, all black and puffed like a cloud with arm covers of dark red. Irka sat with Dara Dara and Rita on the dark gray caned settee that had gold bands all around it. Seated in front of the large gray stoned fireplace that had a gold grille and chain in front that barred anyone from touching the golden red flames that cracked inside was TazirVile, his young daughter in his arms sleeping. Behind him was a black couch that had red embroidery on the cushions that ran along a corner, seated on it was Rito, DuruVile with Cyla beside him. They were waiting for one other being, Master Vile's father who had not been able to attend supper that night. KurukVile Surfeit had been called off to Oot to take care of a matter of his government, he had promised he'd be back soon but it had been three days, Irka greatly missed him.
"The Universal Law states that when a mate is picked both partners have their issues until they meet up." Master Vile said. "They take care of them pains together, due to Universal Law neither need to go through a wedding as they are already wedded. The male will have dreams, the female will have pains. Each will go away when the two partners meet up."
"Yes yes," TazirVile raised then dropped his hand, he looked back slightly but not enough to wake his young sleeping daughter who was resting her head on his shoulder. "but are you sure she is your Universal Mate?"
"I had been having the wet dreams of her for over a hundred years," Master Vile replied. "some of the best dreams I have ever had in years! I never put it together until I saw her, but it still didn't click until she started having the pains. When I touch her, the pains go away, when she touches me when I sleep the dreams drift off."
"Sounds like your Universal Mate alright." DuruVile nodded. "The Universe has it all worked out, just have patience."
"So is the child not going to be named?" Rita asked.
The living room, a spacious room which housed several couches, chairs, three rugs and four tables, became silent and still. No one answered Rita, she slumped back in the caned settee with a sigh. It was silent for a short while, the cobwebs above on the circular dome which shined and cast down a yellow light drifted slightly in a breeze. The dark purple carpet with the black and white rose and thorn designs looked elegant in the light, as did the brown walls. There were no torches in this room, it was all lit up by either candles on candelabras or by lamps or by the domed light above. The large window which one could look out of Master Vile's palace and see his spiral driveway and gate was uncovered, the dark purple curtain pulled back and tied up by its strap.
"Vile, honey, no need to punish yourself for her defiance." Irka said gently. "She'll come around, it'll just take time. In the meantime, lets put our heads together and name that baby. Do you know what gender it is?"
"No, I have always preferred for my offspring's gender to be secret until they are born." Master Vile replied. "Did the same with this one."
"Does Angel say anything, yell anything or..." Irka struggled for a short while then tossed her hand up. "Has she give any hints on the gender?"
"She'll slip up from time to time, yes." Master Vile looked at his mother sharply. "She mainly calls the baby an it, but she's slipped up and used the word he from time to time."
"Then lets think up some boy names." Triskull said. "Lets let the boys think up boy names and the girls think up girl names. We'll submit them to Vile and he can pick the best one. How's that sound?"
For the next fifty minutes they split into groups, the men with the men and the women with the women. Each coming up with and writing names on a piece of paper, Master Vile stayed out of the naming. He liked the idea of having the honor of picking the name of his unborn child, but he did wish that Angel would participate. After an hour had passed there was a series of fast footsteps coming down the hallway which pulled Master Vile's attention away from the naming. He figured that his father had arrived back, when his father walked around the corner and entered the living room his figuring was correct.
KurukVile Surfeit, the tyrannical ruler of the Vulcan and Wycos Galaxies and of the planet Oot and the few planets he had conquered in the Joga Galaxy stood strong and powerful, his fiery red eyes with the black pupils gazing out at the two separate groups. He was a big man, as big as Master Vile, but both he and Master Vile's bigness was not because of them being overweight, both were big with muscle. KurukVile's exposed arms were rippling in exposed muscle, when he moved his hand the muscle in his arms quivered. He was wearing a leopard styled robe with a black belt with Fossil Coral gems around it and brown pants, he was wearing brown shoes on his feet. Master Vile had inherited his facial appearance from his father, they truly looked like father and son. KurukVile's face was bi-colored, the right side was white while the left was red, whatever wrinkles he had on the left side of his head looked a deeper red while on the left they were light gray. His body, like his son's, was colored the same, his right arm was white while his left arm was red. His elongated ears only went halfway of the length of his shoulders and were a gold color with red stripes.
"Why so glum in here?" KurukVile asked. "She hasn't miscarried has she?"
"Hell no!" Master Vile shouted in alarm. "Don't use such words in my house, Old Man! No, she still has the baby."
"Then why the glum, separate parties?" KurukVile demanded to know, he then pointed his index finger, the long purple fingernail making it look longer, out at his oldest son. "Watch it young man, show respect to your father."
"We're thinking up names for the baby, dad." Dara Dara said.
"That's a chore for Vile and Angel, we have no right in suggesting names for their offspring together." KurukVile said sternly.
"Angel won't help Vile name the baby." Irka said to her husband.
"Still defiant after eight months?" KurukVile shook his head, he walked over and sat beside his son who scooted off a foot, a foot of space now opened up between them on the Kubus couch.
"She had her chance." Master Vile said, annoyance creeping into his voice. "She can help name the next one." He sat forward and grabbed a glass of purple alcohol from the glass table in front of him. "commence with coming up with names."
A name was chosen quickly, Master Vile was given a stack of names which near all didn't click for him then he had turned over TazirVile and Irka's cards. He liked the names they had thought up and picked them, the decision for him was set. If the child his daughter-mate carried was born a girl she would be named Bikira and if the child was born a boy he name would be Vlorben. He stood up, brushed imaginary dust and particles from his robe and left the room heading down his long hallway to the spiraling staircase. He stopped just in front of his and Angel's bedroom door and smiled, in truth he wanted a boy but he'd accept any gender born from his young daughter-mate. He opened the door and went inside and saw that Angel was in a fetal position on the bed, this scared him and he ran forward.
"Ang!" he said loudly, frantically he placed his hands on her body and felt for a pulse and for kicking from the baby. "Angel, are you okay?"
"Don't you mean is the baby okay since you only care for it and not me?"
Angel sat up, she wiped her face and stared angrily at her father. Master Vile took note of the wet looking eyes she had and her red and swollen face, he smiled again. She had been crying, whatever for it was a reason for him to comfort her. He stretched his hand forward and brushed her permed hair back from her wet face, he took from inside his robe a black silk cloth and wiped her face gently. She pushed his hand away harshly after the first wipe.
"How do you like Bikira and Vlorben for the baby?" he asked her, he gently patted her back.
"What and what and what for the kid?" Angel snarled at him, she shoved his hand off of her.
"The baby's name, how about Bikira for a girl and Vlorben for a boy." Master Vile repeated.
"Name the damn kid and leave me out of it!" Angel turned her back to her father. "I want nothing to do with it."
Master Vile grabbed his daughter by her shoulders and threw her down flat on her back on the bed, he held her down and stared angrily down into her eyes. She stared back, neither said a word, this was a daily ritual, he would try to get her to see the error of her words and she'd not hear a word of it. After ten minutes he let her up, he walked off in a huff to the chair and sat down on it. He took the tube from his smoking machine and placed it to his mouth, he pressed the trigger on the cone on the end of the tube and there was a bubbling sound, a gray smoke filled the tube and he breathed it in. Once. Twice. Three times before he placed the tube down, Angel watched this and made note of how the machine worked. He didn't cough, he didn't wheeze, he made not a sound of respiratory issues, when he opened his mouth a small cloud of gray smoke drifted out.
"Don't you get any ideas, Angel." Master Vile said, he placed the tube back on its handle and turned the machine off. "Much too far in your pregnancy to have any ideas of herbal smoking."
"Like I want anything you have had in your mouth going in mine." Angel sniffed.
"Oh now, see here you and I need to come to a sort of compromise." Master Vile leaned forward. "You're my daughter, you're my mate, you're about to become a mother. Lets start having a new look on this, shall we. I love you."
"You use me, that is all you want me for." Angel yelled back. "Them's pretty, pulled over the fan words to me. All you want is for me to have children, to be a baby machine for you. Sick bastard!"
"That is enough!" Master Vile stood up and walked over to the door. "I love you, I truly do. Things will change, if at any time you don't want to use those names..."
"I don't want this damn thing!" Angel pointed at her stomach. "You're forcing me to have it! You're forcing me to be the baby machine!"
"Sleep nicely, Angel." the door locked behind him, as always. He'd never leave her in a room without locking the door.