Written just to get this out of my system.
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Usurped
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Belzeber grasped his hair between his gloved fingers so hard that he threatened to pull it free from his scalp. The pained blond stared down at the copper liquid before him through the blurred vision that his tears caused. How could they do this to him? He was the son of the owner dammit, not some worthless employee, he was the president's own son! That company should be his no matter how little he cared about it, he was entitled to it!
"But that usurper came and ruined everything…" He hissed as he clenched his teeth, reaching out a slender hand for the drink once again. The effeminate male brought the crystal glass to his painted lips, taking a long sip of the alcoholic beverage before setting the empty glass back on the metallic counter with a small clink of the ice against metal. Had he of been at some sort of bar he would have gestured for the bartender to fill the glass full once again, sadly he was at home all by himself.
Everyone else he knew was undoubtedly at some sort of formal even to celebrate the new president of Sphere. His parents, all of the people that he worked alongside, everyone was probably there except him. "That should be me!" The pitiful man bellowed as he grabbed the crystal shot glass and hurled it at the wall, watching as its remains shattered all over the floor. He was in a rage, drunk, and miserable. Luther was god and Belzeber was the pitiful little devil that had been banished from heaven.
He was supposed to be god, not some stranger outside of his family. He was supposed to have the power, the wealth, and the reputation. Instead he had been dammed to a humiliating hell of not inheriting his father's company. "I should fucking kill him!" The blond growled, with each passing thought of Luther his hatred for him merely grew.
That man had taken everything from him. There was no one to come buy and clean up the glass for him. There was no one to wrap their arms around him and assure him that it would be okay. There was no one that he could dominate over and take all his frustrations on. Everyone was so focused on Luther, the supposed programmer genius. He had everything that the wealthy man desired and then some. For Belzeber there was only himself and a half-empty bottle of whisky left, not even a shot glass to drink it in.
The only person to keep him company that night was his own defeated, drunken, sorry ass. It would probably be that way for many nights to come.
He knew he would have to endure a humiliating job the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that. That was all okay, as long as he could one day have his revenge. "One day Luther…" A smirk crept over his thin lips as he grabbed the bottle and rose it up as if in a toast to the man. "You'll get what you really deserve…"
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Fin.
