A Spider's Misery

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Warning: Reminders are very important.

"I am the embodiment of laziness" = Speaking

'I am the embodiment of laziness' = Thoughts

I am the embodiment of laziness = Narrating

"I am the embodiment of wrath!" = Sebastian Speaking

[May change in Dream/Nightmare or Flashback.]

"I am the embodiment of laziness" = Speaking

'I am the embodiment of laziness' = Thoughts

I am the embodiment of laziness = Narrating

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Father.

A man in relation to his natural child or children by blood or by law.

A term that not many men can be called from their own sons. Only those who deserve it should be called as such. That one word brought a sense of joy to the dark eyed man. To be able to be called such a title is like winning a thousand wars and being known as a hero, having your story told for years to come, long after one is dead and gone. That single term spoken by Sebastian gave Sebastian great and tremendous honor to be called such a glorious title.

To have the memory of being ripped away from such an honor, by a certain Shinigami no less, brought great rage through the creature's mind, but was quickly forgotten about once he got his title back. It gave him great relief to hear such a simply, yet, delightful word coming from the young man lying in the bed. The man he considered his son. He hasn't heard Sebastian call him that in so long. How long has it been exactly?

Years?

Decades, perhaps?

Maybe even Millennia?

No one could possibly tell specifically, but one thing is for certain. It has been far too long, and both have suffered for it. Having to hear Sebastian's screams of pure agony due to those monsters known humans was enough to drive him insane. Day in and day out, night in and night out, he heard nothing but screaming and cries of pure sorrow and despair. Almost everyone knew what it felt like to hear and see your son or someone you care about in physical or emotional pain, but no one knows how it feels to hear and see them in pain of any kind, and not be able to do anything about it!

Unfortunately, he was given first hand of how it felt. He wanted to comfort Sebastian every time he yelled, every time he was hit with a mental breakdown, every time a sob escaped him, but he couldn't. Sealed away in a brick cage where his only punishment for protecting his loved one was to watch his loved one in pain unable to go to them and make everything alright. He suffered from not doing what he promised to do. It hurt him more than anyone could understand.

Too many times has Sebastian roared in rage and overwhelming sorrow because of what and who were taken from him. Sebastian meant everything to him, and for Sebastian, no, his son to be taken away because of some higher up's orders is completely unacceptable. They care more about ruthless beings than the victim of the entire ordeal. They didn't give a damn about how his son would suffer from their decision! The high council doesn't even care about the humans on this planet. They only did it to protect the souls until it was time to reap them and greedily store them away in a library. They have a larger thirst for souls than any demon and yet they dare call the creatures of hell Vermin?!

Sebastian turned away from his son, gritting his teeth, clinching his jaw, and clinching his fist to the point that his knuckles were whiter than his usual pale skin tone. Although he did forgive the reapers for their insolence and injustice actions, he still has a hard time controlling his anger when thinking about what they did. No matter how long ago the event happened, the memory will forever stay fresh in his mind; a reminder of his failure in protecting his son like he vowed he would. It makes him want to go into a blind rage whenever he thinks about it. He remembers that event as clear as day. It was a memory that will never leave his mind for as long as he lived and he does not plan on letting it go anytime soon.

[Flash back]

The sun shines as it always does during the morning. The breeze: cold enough for people to shiver a bit. A, somewhat, perfect day to be outside. Just to have fun with friends, family, and neighbors for everyone. Yellow, orange, and red leafs falling from the trees in a slow yet graceful dance of autumn. The grass, as green as the birthstone, Emerald. However, given that part of the grass has the sun shining upon it, gives some of the grass a tone of the birthstone, Peridot.

One would consider it a place for a nice outdoor evening, not too far away from school the children went to. However the children aren't in school for it was recess, and everyone is allowed in the park as long as one teacher was with them. Most of the children loved it…

All except one.

As the sun shines on, it mysteriously does not shine on a specific spot in the grass. Within the spot in the park, where the sun did not shine, a group of kids; about 26 boys to be exact. All twenty-six of them surround a bleeding and somewhat battered boy that was in a fatal position. With the child's black hair darker than the night sky, red eyes that would make any rose turn green with envy and pale skin that could probably rival the moon, one would think the children that are assaulting him were jealous of the child's unnatural beauty. Therefore, causing them to become violent, mindless, animals.

However, these are humans we're talking about here. Being violent and mindless of their actions is in their nature. They even do it to one another, regardless of race and ethnicity, regardless of gender and age, regardless if they are related or not, regardless if it was justified or not, regardless if there was a reason or not. You can tell the humans that roam the earth these exact words and of course they would deny it with every fiber in their body, but in the end…

They will always prove themselves wrong.

Bruises were littered across the defenseless boy's skin. Blood trickled down his head from a gash created by one of the boys who kick him there. Blood ran from his nose like a water facet at an alarming rate, staining his clothes in the process. Some of the kids had evil grins on worthless faces that would make Satan proud were they to be his sons, some of them had looks of pure hatred, and some had a look of disgust. Not too far away from the scene was a teacher watching as the boys continue their attack without a care in the world! While some of the boys laughed at what they consider a pitiful sight before them, others continued their physical assault on the frightened boy on the grass known as Sebastian.

"You Freak! You shouldn't even be alive!" said a blonde hair boy, same age as Sebastian. He took his right foot and kicked him in the red eyed boy's back. Sebastian clenched his mouth closed, not wanting them to hear that he was in pain. He realized, from countless of other encounters, that if he made any sound that would indicate that he was in any sort of pain, they would most likely beat him longer. The humans thrive to hear him scream. Sebastian placed himself on his hands and knees, attempting to rise up to his feet, however, a hard solid kick to the stomach had him falling back down onto the grass on his left side, wrapping his arms around his wound stomach while spitting out a mouth full of blood, groaning in pain. "P-Please. S-Stop." he begged.

"What's wrong? Can't handle a little pain you red eyed beast?!" said a brown haired boy as he stomped the crimson eyed boy's head on the ground with all his might repeatedly. His head, bouncing off the ground just to get stomped back down again. If one looked at it in a certain way, Sebastian's head would be mistaken as a ball. The pain did nothing to resolve the massive headache he already had. In fact, it made it much worse.

After the 6th stomp to the head, Sebastian's body went motionless. His head was bleeding from both sides now. Arms lay limp, unwrapped from their previous position on the victims stomach. Dizziness and fatigue roamed his mind and body. Sebastian's eyesight was having a battle between blurriness and clearness, lightness and darkness. The young boy's red eyes moved slowly from left to right, struggling to stop them from rolling to the back of its owners head. His eyelids shielding most of his beautiful red eyes. They were open just enough for him to see his attackers, but not enough for the criminals in this vicious rampage to notice that he was actually conscious. His hearing came in and out. He could hear his heart beating in his chest very loudly, and he could hear the deep breathes his body was taking.

The children finally decided to step back, satisfied that the boy on the ground was barely moving. "Come on guys, let's go find something to play." said the blonde boy that kicked Sebastian in the back. "How about tag?" asked a red headed child. The boys all cheered in unison as they walked away from the scene of the crime to go play a game of tag and the teacher continued to watch the children play and move about as if nothing happened.

Finally, after five minutes of blissful silence and solitude, Sebastian gathered enough energy and turned his battered body over on his back. His entire body hurts. From his the very top, to the very bottom was nothing but pain. He heard a continuous stream of growls and snarls from deep within him. He could feel him moving around restlessly in his mind. 'It hurts father.' he thought as he communicated to the being he considered his father. Sebastian decided that morning when he woke up, that he would start to call the being that resides in his head, and comfort him at night his father, so he shall no longer be nameless. After all he's done for him, he deserves to be called such.

Sebastian was far too angered to realize his title. Pacing back and forward within the child's mind, he was doing all he could to stop himself from forcing Sebastian back in his mind and letting him take over. He will let Sebastian decide. "I know, Sebastian." replied the creature through clenched teeth, who stopped pacing, seething with blood lust and rage. He does not want to snap out at Sebastian for he did nothing wrong, and the last thing he needs right now is to be afraid of the only person who cares about him. "Do you wish for me to make the pain go away?" he asked.

'Make the pain go away? Forever?' asked the innocent child, wishing for nothing more than to be at peace right now. "Yes, Sebastian. If it is your desire, I will stop your pain right here, right now. At least stop the students from causing you pain." replied the creature. "If you accept my offer, I can make all of this cease. Just tell me yes and it will be done." Sebastian felt the promise and warmth coming from those words as his father spoke them. He could care less how he did it. All he wants is for the pain to stop.

Permanently.

'I-I accept.' he said. He felt himself being pulled in the back of his head as his vision began going in and out. "Do not worry, Sebastian. You are now safe in here, within the depths of your mind." came the sweet and comforting words of Sebastian as his own body began to take form in place of Sebastian's. With Sebastian in a safe area where no one can touch him, the creature can do what he set out to accomplish. A wicked grin came to life upon the creatures face as he spotted the monsters that dared to touch Sebastian. With an outraged roar, he set out to take the lives of those who dared to touch Sebastian.

The children didn't even have a chance at survival.

By the end of Sebastian's rampage, the clean grassy field was no more. It was turned into the after math of a battle field. Blood and body parts were everywhere. In the trees, in the grass, and in the dirt was nothing but the remains of the 26 boys. None of them were spared. Every child that witnessed the event unfold before them ran off screaming in pure horror. Many nightmares will haunt them for the rest of their lives. At least they won't be messing with his charge again.

"You are one terrifying beast." a voice spoke from behind him. Turning around to see who had enough bravery to actually talk to him considering all of what happened, he came face to face with green-yellow eyes shielded by thin rimmed glasses. From what he can see from the face, pale skin adorned the lithe body. With further observation, the person was identified as a male. Long gray hair descended from the man's head in a ponytail, and gently blew as the breeze went by. He wore what look to be a black suit, accompanied by a black tie, white dress shirt, and black shoes. A perfect disguise to roam with the humans without being detected.

Curiosity caught him in its web. With curiosity, come questions. When one has questions, one will demand answers. "Who, or perhaps what, are you?" asked Sebastian. The man before him raised a silver haired eyebrow in response, almost in a questioning gaze. It seems the being before him desires to play coy. "Just like myself, you, too, are not human." The man's questioning expression shift and revealed a smirk that showed amusement, yet a little surprised. Almost as if he was shocked that he was discovered. "You aren't a naive man, I see. You're quite the intelligent creature." came the reply with a chuckle that followed it. "Care to answer my question?" asked the creature as he folded his arms over its chest, feeling a bit impatient. He has to go check on Sebastian to see the extent of his injuries. "Very well, then. Many have called me Undertaker." The man named Undertaker said as he took a step forward. "But before I answer the second half of your question, will you answer one of my own?"

Gazing at the man, known as Undertaker, he saw no threat in him. But for some odd reason, he felt as if he should still be conscious around him. Answering a question for this man doesn't seem so bad. Nothing bad could come of it. At least not as bad as what he did to those kids. "I suppose I could. I don't see a reason not to." he replied as he continued to look at the man before him. "How did you know that I, myself, was not human? It takes a very skilled eye to do that." Undertaker said, smirk still present on his face, while his eyes held a shine of fascination and wonder.

"I must say, you have a very good camouflage. A disguise built to perfection. So perfect, that even the smartest of humans would be fooled by your appearance." he said with a smirk. "But, then again, I am not human." He said as he kicked a small decapitated arm, that just so happens to be in his path, to the side. He watched it roll through the grass to the left, and it only stopped when it hit a tree that had a boy's body hanging from it with its own intestines wrapped around a sturdy branch as if it were a rope. Sebastian's haunting eyes left the scene and returned back to Undertaker. "As to answer your question, it is quite simple. Humans are just like animals. When they find prey, they torture it to their hearts content. However, if a larger predator were to come about, they would run like cowards, not go to the larger predator knowing that if approached the wrong way, it would mean their demise. No one, that is human, would dare to take a risk such as this, especially after the event that just took place." he said.

The silver haired man nodded his head in agreement, smirk still evident on his face. "I like your perspective about humans. It reminds me of my own idea of how they work." he said. The creature grunted in agree, but desired to move the conversation onward. "My half of our deal is fulfilled. I believe it is your turn to fulfill yours if I am correct." he replied. "Impatient are we?" Undertaker teased with a chuckle of amusement causing the being before to narrow his eyes. "Enough with the formalities. What are you?" he said through slightly clenched teeth. Undertaker was correct. He was impatient. And when one is impatient, one would become angry the longer they had to wait for something. Sebastian was getting quite angry the longer Undertaker took to answer a simple question, and considering the current events that just came, making him angry shouldn't be on anyone's list. "I am a Shinigami. My job is to reap the souls from the bodies with our scythes, and making sure dark creatures, known as demons, don't take what isn't theirs." he finally answered.

However, the way he said "demon" almost felt like he was calling him one. One by one, the pieces began to fit together, and soon the picture came into view. "Surely you are not referring to me as a demon?" he said. He's not sure how to feel about that. The smirk, that was once thought stuck on the Shinigami's face, fell off. His facial expression became quite serious, almost as if he was angry that he asked him the question. "Look around you. This isn't the work of a saint." he exclaimed as he gestured with his arms to the horrific scenery. He looked around, unfazed by the nightmarish area. "My actions were justified." He stated as he looked at the Undertaker with an expression of boredom. "Body parts, that were once on small children, spread everywhere on this field is not a way of justifying anything. It's madness!" the silver haired man protested with a bit of anger behind those words.

This, in turn, angered Sebastian. Was the man telling him to ignore his charges pain, and the boys crime against his charge? "So letting them get away with harming someone that I care for, just so that they can come back the next day and do it again is sane?!" he responded in his own fit of anger. There was nothing that would possibly make him do such a thing. What person in their right mind would even consider it? To believe in such an idea is stupidity at its highest level. "There were better ways to deal with this! Those boys did not have to die, especially not like this!" the Shinigami retorted.

"They deserved everything they had received." It seems the man before him doesn't understand the entire situation. For if he did, he wouldn't be trying to defend these heatless creatures that lay dead and in big pieces. "They were only children!" Undertaker replied. His face expresses as much anger as his voice does. "I do not care how old they were or what stage of life they were in. They harmed my charge physically and mentally for far too long, and they needed to be reprimanded for it! No matter how severe the consequences are, they brought it upon their selves!" Sebastian said. The heated battle was becoming a blaze as neither side was backing down. Both not fearing the other, keeping eye contact all the while arguing. "What you did to them was monstrous! How can you consider this justice?!" Undertaker demanded. "How can you consider 11 boys beating upon one child innocent?!" asked the dark creature. "And since the word monstrous was brought into this, then answer me this. If they were just children, then why are they doing a monster's job?!" he finished.

"ENOUGH!" the Shinigami yelled, finally reaching his peak of his temper. "You have not only caused mayhem on this planet because of your actions, but you have also destroyed any and all rules held in the supernatural realm! It was decided by the Higher Up's that you'd be sealed away. Imprisoned, for eternity, within your child's mind!" he said.

Everything happened all so fast. The man pulled out his scythe, and yelled "Eternal Prison!" A purple light with electricity grew from the head of the weapon. In one swift move, he positioned the weapon so that the head was aimed at the creature, and fired the strange electrical light at inhuman speed. It made contact with his skin, and suddenly he began to be sucked back into Sebastian's mind. Right before he was pulled in completely, the Shinigami spoke again. "Although you're being imprisoned, that isn't all of your punishment. The child's memories of you will be locked away. Never again will he know of you. Your existence will be wiped clean of the child's mind, just like you wiped out those children's existence." he said. His smirk returned back to his face, and with a final wave he said "Fare well." Turning around, the man walked away from the area.

"NO!"

Realizing that he was close to actually losing his temper, the creature of darkness closed his eyes and began to focus on the fact that his son now remembers him. Although it was a very slim way to stay calm, his anger began to decapitate, slowly, but surely, fading away into non-existence from once it came. His hands un-fisted, his jaw relaxed, and his teeth un-gritted. He opened his eyes, feeling a lot less violent. It just so happens to be the memory that Sebastian started to call him father.

A voice called from behind him, snatching him out of his thoughts. "Father?" Turning around, he faced his son who is now sitting straight up on the bed. His face showed concern as he stared at the man he considered his father. "Are you alright?" he asked. "I am fine, now that I can see you again. It has truly been far too long." The creature of darkness said as he strolled over to his son, and sat next to him on the bed. "It has indeed." said the crimson eyed demon as he turned his head down towards his lap. A contemplative look stretched across his handsome face, almost as if he was debating if he should say anything or not. Sebastian tilted his head to the side a little bit, sensing something was bothering his son. "What is it, my son? You seemed troubled."

"I have a question that I desire answers to." said Sebastian as he looked up at the man next to him. "You may ask me anything, Sebastian. Nothing bad will come of it, I assure you." he said as he placed a comforting hand on his son's broad shoulder. "What happened for my memory of you to disappear?" he asked, waiting patiently for a response. "I figured you would eventually ask. I will give you a summary of it. I can tell from earlier that you wanted to see your brothers." he said, tightening his hold on Sebastian's shoulder slightly just in case his son dashes from the room and tears up the house looking for his siblings.

"Do you remember the day a group of boys were harming you in the park during your human years and you gave me control to stop your pain?" he asked. Sebastian nodded his head in confirmation of the question. "The way I went about doing it was… unapproved to the Higher Up's eyes. Therefore, they sent a Shinigami to seal me away within your mind. They created a brick wall barrier around me so I would never have contact with what so ever." he said as he looked down at his own lap. Talking about this brought up unpleasant movies, but if his son wanted to know, he will answer no matter how much it hurts. "Not only that, but the Shinigami deliberately locked away the memories you had of me all in the sake of getting vengeance for the group of boys that were… banished from the planet." he said.

Guilt began to rise in him as the memories of Sebastian's suffering came into his mind's view. No matter how badly he wanted to, he couldn't comfort him. It still weighs him down. "I apologize for not being there for you like I promised I would." Sebastian looked at his father. He has no reason to feel apologetic. It's the Shinigami's fault for imprisoning him, not his own. "Father, there is no reason to apologize to me. You only protected me. You weren't aware of the consequences for defending me." he said, placing his own hand on his father's shoulder showing his sincerity. The creature looked at his son, admiring his son's incredible ability of forgiveness. He has taught him many things with their time together. Forgiveness is one of the lessons he learned. Before the creature could say anything, something odd happened.

Their peaceful reunion was unexpectedly interrupted by a yell of pain coming from the room right across the hall. "AHH!" Both heads shot in the direction of the sound. Without hesitation, they rose from the bed and went in a haste to investigate the sound, but each a different reason. Sebastian, in pure concern and worry for his brothers, and Sebastian in pure curiosity. The sound came again and again, constantly from the same room across from the one they came from. The voices were definitely Claude's and William's, but now that they are closer, they can hear a third voice within the room. The person is yelling at them for something, but the door muffled out the sound. Standing in front of the door that led to his brothers, his father right behind him, Sebastian gripped the door handle, turned it, and opened the door.

What the reunited father and son saw could only be described as comical.

Inside of the room, were Claude, William, and Undertaker. Undertaker is hitting William with a rather thick rolled up paper, specifically newspaper, almost like how someone would discipline their dog as William tried to protect his head with his arms. His strikes must be hard, for you can hear the newspaper whiz through the air as Undertaker continued to hit his brother. Claude, on the other hand, was rubbing his head to soothe his pain. It seems he was attacked first. Parts of his usually pale skin were red from where the paper landed on him.

'This is… highly… different from what I thought it would be.' he thought as he continued to stare at the scene playing out in front of him. They looked like children being disciplined. From behind him, he can hear muffled chuckling. Turning around, he saw his father looking to the side with his right hand over his mouth as he tried to prevent his amusement from sleeping from his mouth and being acknowledged by the entirety of the room. His body shook with secret laughter. Turning his attention back to the scene in the room, he continued to observe the comical event before him.

"Ow! Undertaker! Can you please refrain from assaulting us with a newspaper?!" asked William as he covered his head with his arms again when the newspaper came down towards his head. "How could you two do that to your own brother?!" yelled the usually laughing Shinigami as he swung his weapon of choice repeatedly. "After all he has done for you, you treat him like this?! What is wrong with you two?!" he yelled again as he continued his assault on his youngest brother and then moved back over to Claude and began hitting him yet again, not even seeing the audience that he gathered. Sebastian fought his own laughter that wanted to make an entrance as he saw Claude mimicked William's previous position when he was being beat, and William began rubbing his head to soothe his own pain like Claude was before he was attack yet again.

Deciding it was time to settle the ridiculousness that is happening in this room before him and his father starts laughing out loud, cleared his throat loud enough to get everyone's attention. "Ahem!" All three heads turned towards the sound. Upon seeing the person who made the sound, Undertaker smiled while his brothers yelled simultaneously in what looks like a cry for help and happiness.

"SEBASTIAN!"

And there you have it!

I'm sorry it took long, but school is constantly needing my attention.

Hopefully, the ending was funny.

For some odd reason, this website likes to take out words that were put in your story when you update your stories. Maybe it's a glitch, but it's really annoying. Oh well!

Tune in for future chapters where we will get back to the war at hand. We'll be seeing what Satan and his demons are doing, also, later on, Sebastian and his army will began to assemble.

Question: Should I rename the title to the story, or no? If so, what will it be named?

R&R please!

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