Warning: This is based off a song, but I won't type the lyrics, mostly because that is a tedious task. Genderbent characters. And mentions of sexual doings. Oh, and Note: Diana=Fem!Dualscar and the man they're talking about, is a Male!Condesce. I can't think of a name for him, so he'll remain nameless.
Eridan couldn't believe this.
This man..was a disgusting, vile person.
He'd seen this man throw him self to the whores around the city. Spending his mothers hard earned cash. He drank and just slept around this house and made his mother have random casual sex with him.
It's like his mother was that man's own personal sex toy.
It disgusted Eridan.
And his debts. Oh his debts.
He owed practically everyone money, Eridan hated this man with a burning passion.
His mother had been feeling ill lately.
Probably something she'd caught from that man.
After the man found out Diana was far too ill to do anything, he left.
He left them, and his debts.
He and his mother almost cried, got on their knees and begged the magistrate to not take away their only home. But then it happened, they lost their house.
Eridan bit his lip, squeezing his mother's hand as she smiled at him blearily.
"Oh my li'lle Eri, "She whispered, coughing softly. "Ye' have to find 'im, " She leaned closer. "An' pay 'em back fer' his do's. " She mumbled, as her breathe came to a stop, slowly, her last breathe was pushed out and a small "A'enge me. " Spilled out of her pale, blue lips.
In the late spring, his mother finally took her last breathe and died. Smiling with her hand in her beloved son's.
Eridan stood above his mother as he bit his lip and tears streamed down his cheeks. "I wwill momma, I wwill. " He pressed a final, farewell kiss to the back of her hand, took off her wedding ring and held it close. He closed his eyes, and wished his mother's soul to heaven.
He stood up, pulling the blanket over her face.
"I lovve you momma, may the gods havve your soul. " With that, he turned and left the quickly, more growing cold body of his mother. He swallowed, as he pressed a kiss to his mother's ring. "I wwill avvenge you. Evven if it's the last thing I do. " He whispered.
He walked, his back straight, one could not tell that he'd been crying. If they were in front, they would have seen the remnants of tears filled with rage, sadness and plain pain.