I'm not a fan of Zai Vessalius or anything. Honestly, I don't care at all about that However, I wanted to write something about him and his hate for Oz.

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Abhorrence, Disgust And Revulsion

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The birth of his child should have been the best day of his life. However, all it meant for him was that he'd have to do what a father should never do: sacrifice his own flesh and soul. For the sake of the world theysaid, as a father he couldn't understand, but as the descendant of the Vessalius, he knew it was his duty.

Everything had been carefully planned and on the day of the birth of his son, he kidnapped him and replaced him with… something. A non-human being. He would have to educate it against his will, until the time arrived. Fifteen long years… Never had he expected they would pass so slowly. He rapidly noticed that the abomination had the typical characteristics of the Vessalius : blond hair and emerald eyes. It only deepened his hatred and disgust toward the always shining and smiling monster. That thing, that abomination, that loathing creature! Fooling everyone around him, taking the place of his son, daring to even try and fool him, Zai Vessalius ! Calling him father! Oh, how much he wanted to break it apart; to destroy it, slowly, taking all his time to tear it down, mentally and physically. Only one thought was running through his mind whenever he saw it: to murder the replacement. But he couldn't ever, or else the sacrifice of his son would have been pointless.

He wasn't blind though, he could sense all the disapproving gazes the rest of the family gave him. Even his own wife, who didn't know anything about the substitute, was becoming colder and colder toward him. That orphan especially seemed to be extremely fond of the human looking monster. He had witnessed their play only once and he had felt so sick he had thought he would vomit. Disgusting!

And then, the second step could finally begin. The horrified face of the thing as his servant stabbed it had been the most beautiful scene he had ever seen. He sent the creature back into the Abyss himself and almost felt at peace and contented, even if it was not over yet. It would come back. It was only a question of time.

Ten years… he had been surprised when he saw the servant as a Pandora member, but the distress surrounding him was so obvious that the false calm he had felt until then broke and his aversion for the missing thing came back at full force. He just couldn't believe it! After ten years, the man was still under the curse of the despising creature? It was simply insane!

Twice had he felt the urge to throw the truth about the most disgusting monster the earth would ever bear to the cursed servant. That day at Pandora and when they met at Sablier. Ironically, those two times the unworthy Pandora member had been pointing a gun to him. Oh yes, how much he'd have loved to see the face he would make once he told him the truth about his beloved angel… But he couldn't… not only because he wasn't allowed, but also because the servant would be a fool enough to still stay loyal to it and say it didn't matter.

Ugh!

Disgusting!

Cloying!

Loathing!

But it wasn't over yet! He would break the non-human being. He had sworn it to his dead son. He'd take away all it had ever cared for. He would make them suffer in front of it, he would break them for daring having tender feelings for the monster! And once he would be sure its soul – if the abomination had a soul – was broken, the last step could be accomplished.

Just wait my 'son'. Your 'father' will show you just how much he loves you.