The door to their abode was kicked in with such force that she, and her three sons, who were currently upstairs, minding their own business, jumped. The first thing that ran through her mind, after the door was kicked in, was that a burglar had come in. Someone had come in by force and was now looking to steal their stuff—and inflict pain on whoever got in his, or her, way. There were bits and pieces of wood all over the hallway that came off the foyer; the frame of the door had, more or less, been shattered after the door was kicked in. After jumping for the ceiling, she stood; here she was, reading one of the books that Guyunis had, yet again, left in the kitchen. She still felt a little ill and, seeing as the book was out in the open, she had decided to grab it then do a little reading. Who knew, maybe some reading would help her to feel a little better. She had no more stood before the house was flooded with a chorus of screams, all coming from the oldest of her biological children.
"Ma!" Bile's scream echoed throughout the house; the neighbors around them either came out of their residences to see what was going on or stood from their outside activities. The book that she had in her hands fell to the floor; never had she heard her son scream like that—she automatically knew that something was very, very wrong. "Ma! Ma! Maaaaaa!"
"Bile?"
She left the living room quickly. Almost too quickly. She came close to barreling into her oldest son, who, at first, she didn't recognize. Bile's face wore a cloak of terror. He looked terrified and he also looked to of been in a fight. There were cuts all over her son's face. The bruises that were forming around her son's eyes, on his cheeks, and chin were already too dark and ugly. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw Bile; the scream that sounded through the house was much louder than Bile's. When she saw who her son was carrying, she just couldn't help herself; it was a scream that only a mother, who had just come upon a child of hers that was very badly injured, could emit.
"What happened?"
She went towards her two sons. Bile stopped; he allowed her to give his carry-on baggage—a child who, earlier that morning, had looked perfectly fine, normal, and healthy—a quick once over before starting forward again. Angel followed behind him for a few seconds before gently—and carefully—maneuvering herself around him. She took Guyunis's free arm; she threw the arm over her shoulder then she steered her two boys towards the stairs.
"Lhaklar!" Angel yelled. She stopped long enough to gently take Guyunis's right arm from around Bile's shoulders. When Bile started protesting—started acting like the protective, older brother that she knew he was—, she yelled for her secondborn more urgently.
Lhaklar came downstairs as fast as he could—which, by standards of what was currently going on downstairs, wasn't quite fast enough. He had a good morning. Had hung out with Astor, and then Seth, for a little while before coming home to help his mother in doing whatever she wanted done with the house. He was surprised to find her sitting on the sectional couch. The book that Guyunis left on the kitchen counter that morning was open; about forty or so pages were read. Nothing was in dire need of doing in the house; she told him that he could either go back out or go upstairs to work on one of the new models that he received in the mail bundle that morning. About ten percent of his "weathered", 1956 Chevy Nomad model was done; the engine and undercarriage just needed to dry before he could start in on the main body. Instead of just starting on the main body, or getting a head-start on the other model that he also got in the mail that morning, he grabbed and then started to look at the mostly pornographic book that he got from Hazaar on Christmas. That was what he was still doing when his mother started yelling for him. He zipped his pants while racing across his room then he charged down the second level's hallway. He came close to tripping in going down the stairs twice; when he reached the bottom of the stairs, he stopped dead in his tracks. His O-shaped mouth dropped instantly—the sight before him looked like something out of a horror movie! He couldn't help the notion of wanting to go back up to his room; he wanted to jump into bed then cover himself up with his bedding. If not for his mother, he would of done just that.
"Take Bile into the dining room." his mother said. She flashed a pair of luke-warm, warning eyes at him when he continued to stand by the stairs. "Now, Lhaklar!"
They wrestled Bile from Guyunis then went their separate ways; his mother went upstairs, while he dragged Bile into the dining room. The first thing that he did, after getting Bile in the dining room, was turn him around. So he wouldn't face the open doorway, or be tempted to run towards it. Bile threw him off twice; he turned halfway around on both throwings, but he didn't leave the room. After thirty seconds passed, he chanced grabbing and then pulling his brother towards the table; he forced Bile to sit in his accustomed chair then, after taking a moment to think over what he saw, he sat across from him.
"What happened?" he asked after sitting down.
With her adopted son being in the condition that he was in, the progress in going up the stairs was slow. She tried her best to be careful with him—his entire body was wet and sticky with his discharged blood and his movements were very stiff. She didn't need to be told that he was hurting; no one could go through getting injuries like the ones that her young son had and not feel pain. If Guyunis wasn't feeling pain he would be later on, after the shock of whatever foul, horrible act that befell him wore off.
Hazaar and Lazeer were in the upstairs hallway when she and Guyunis reached the top of the stairs; her two, younger sons gaped at them before moving out of the way. She thanked them then slowly started taking Guyunis to her bedroom.
While Guyunis's bedroom was closer, she didn't think that he wanted her to take him to it. Nine times out of ten, whenever one of her boys wasn't feeling well, or came home injured or badly frightened, she'd find them milling around her room. Her room was much like a security blanket to her sons—her presence was there. Whenever they needed or wanted her, and she wasn't there, they'd go up to her room to get a little bit of comfort from an area that she spent time in. It was perfectly normal and natural for a child to do that and she had never, not once, told her sons to not go into her room when they felt a need to do so. Guyunis didn't protest in her taking him past his bedroom, or in her taking him to her room; while he wasn't quiet by a long shot, he didn't say where he wanted to go. He just went where she took him.
She took him into her room then straight up to her bed; she didn't care if her bedding was messed up. If the blood didn't wash out then she'd throw it all away. Her son's care was more important than her bed clothes. She placed him on her bed slowly, so not to aggravate any of his injuries, then she stepped back. Her adopted son was in a seated position on her bed for only a second before falling back; his strength just evaporated—he couldn't keep himself seated. He fell back onto her bed quickly then burst into a fresh set of tears. He was just starting to put in a mild struggle in turning to his side when she went to him; she helped him to his side then she jabbed her knuckle into her mouth. Her scream of horror became a small moan at once.
"Bile could NOT of done this!" her mind told her. "While they've had fights before they've never gone as far as this."
Bile had said something about "running Guyunis into the ground" earlier, when they left the house; could Guyunis of beaten his brother in whatever thing they did then get the sour side of the victor's winnings? Bile had sure acted protective of Guyunis downstairs—she and Lhaklar had to wrestle him from the poor boy! Bile couldn't of done all of this to her adopted son; she knew her oldest child well. While he was a big boy, and while he took his fights seriously, he'd never tear his opponents apart or inflict as much damage as that of what was on Guyunis's body.
Not to mention, Bile adored Guyunis. They were as thick as could be. Bile wouldn't of hurt him like this.
"Guyunis is nearly the same size as Bile—they both make three humans. No human could of done this... not even a body-builder or a super-mean biker." her mind continued.
She was instantly reminded of what she went through before her children were born. She was chained to a wooden post then beaten with a whip; her father and grandfather had joined up in destroying her body—her father had done her back with the whip then her grandfather had taken over. Her front side was lashed with a different type of whip—a Cat o' Nine tails, that had razor blades attached to the leather strands. After the whipping had come the torture with a heated poker then some magic candles—the heated poker was used between her legs while the candles were used on her top half... or, more specifically, the nipples of her breasts. Her hair was then snipped off. A brand being applied to her neck had ended that part of her torture. Being raped by her father had been the next part.
This brutal past of hers was only brought out due to Guyunis's vast injuries. At first, he resembled her after that brutal ordeal ended then, after a quick blink of the eyes, she saw that he didn't resemble it. Guyunis, her dear, sweet, and very much loved adopted son, looked horrible! He looked to of gone through a few rounds with a meat grinder, his body was that badly injured!
Her adopted son's snub-like nose was over on the right side of his face; it was severely broken. The blood that was flowing from her son's broken nose made his nose take on a resemblance to a waterfall. The left corner of her son's lower lip was slit; blood was slowly trickling from that wound. There was a gnarly gash to his right cheek; to the naked eye, it looked to be a to-the-bone type of cut. He had a bunch of other cuts to his face as well, but it was mainly those two that were still bleeding. The three cuts to his brow were also bleeding, slowly but surely. The skin on his cheeks, chin, and forehead was turning a dark red to medium-red color—bruises; her son's face was already starting to bruise up.
There were many dark red to medium-red rings around his neck; he had mild and major cuts and burns on his chest, shoulders, and stomach. Them injuries weren't the ones that made her think of her past. Of her ordeal in being whipped and then tortured by her father and grandfather. It was his ruined back that made her past be thought of.
The lash-marks were deep and there were plenty of them! She could fit the first joint of each of her fingers in each of the marks that were on her son's back. Some of the marks were clean, as if nothing but a piece of rounded leather was used. The lashes that she looked at the longest were the ones that had a singed/burned outer edge. What in the world had happened to her sweet boy? She shook her head then slowly sat beside her son, who was now trying to hide his face from her.
"G," she said. Before she could say anything else, her son bucked—it was weak, but that was what it was, a buck.
"Go away! Don-k-t look a-k-t me!" her son said, strongly, yet also painfully.
He said that again and again before she finally saw that there were two little peekers looking in her room. She got up then went towards her open doorway. Hazaar and Lazeer ran off immediately; while she knew that they were curious, she also knew that the time for being curious wasn't now. Guyunis needed her. Guyunis's many injuries needed to be assessed and then treated. Guyunis needed some time to himself to get over the emotional side that would soon sweep over him. She closed her bedroom door then went back to her son, who slowly rose his face up from the comforter that was on her bed.
His hair was in his face. She reached over then gently, and carefully, brushed it back. Her son blinked his eyes—which, she now noticed, were surrounded by single rings of dark red flesh—before dropping his head back to her bed. She let him lie on her bed for a few minutes before asking the one, serious question that she wanted him to answer.
"You want the hospital or a healing session?"
"You," he replied.
Normal parents that didn't utilize or knew magic would whisk their injured children to a hospital. No questions would of been asked; they'd just grab the phone, make the call, then sit by until the ambulance came by. She would of made the call if he had said for her to. It wouldn't of hurt her any to call the number for the hospital; Guyunis was so badly injured... He really did belong in a hospital.
She left her room for a minute. When she returned, she had a small tub of water with her. She used her Water Healing abilities to treat the wounds on her son's face and front side then she asked him to roll over to his stomach. While her Water Healing abilities hadn't healed all of the wounds that her son had on his front side, it had healed them enough so that they were closed. The lash marks to her son's back were a bit more extreme than his front side injuries—she automatically knew that her Healing abilities wouldn't heal them completely. At most, her Healing abilities might close the wounds partially. She'd need bandaging and a lot of it to ensure that her son's injured back wasn't harmed by infections or materials that could well injure him further.
His nose went from being severely broken to normal. Some of his facial bruises, and all of his minor facial cuts, disappeared. The deep cut to his cheek and the three cuts to his brow were half-healed. Two of the four second degree and one of the five third degree burns on her son's front side dropped in severity; the deep cuts to her son's chest closed only halfway, as did the slit that was in the left corner of her son's lower lip.
There were two wounds that she was never able to heal. The bruises to her son's neck were too deep; even after a near, ten minute session, they wouldn't go away or drop in color. Her son exposed the palms of his hands during his attempt in rolling over to his stomach; she stopped him long enough to examine the wounds. Both of Guyunis's palms were cut; the area that was around the cuts was a dark gray, charcoal color. She used her Healing abilities as best she could on his hands right after examining them. After five minutes of trying to heal his hands she sighed; she'd have to wrap her son's hands after finishing with his back.
"Want me to help you to your room after I'm finished wrapping you or do you wish to stay here?" she asked after retrieving a few rolls of bandaging from the bathroom down the hall.
"Stay here," her son replied.
"You'll look like a half-dressed mummy after I'm done." she said after helping him to a seated position. She started wrapping the first roll of bandaging around him; it took the whole roll to get just the first quarter of his backside concealed. "Hold your hands up, towards the ceiling. I'll get to them in just a bit."
"Who's Rubacon?"
At first, she was puzzled by his question. Guyunis had never met Rubacon before in his life, so he shouldn't know his name. She wrapped the second roll of bandaging around her son's back before answering the question presented to her.
"He's the husband of TulaVile Arlonia Surfeit. They live on Mooshang, one of the more distant planets in the M-51 Galaxy. They have a daughter." she replied.
"He my dat?"
"No, why do you ask?"
"Wha-k-t about Triskull?"
She was puzzled by this third question of his; Guyunis was the son of ShaamVile Kondee Surfeit and Lisa Ann Wahlberg, not Rubacon Iovides or any other male in the Universe. Like with Rubacon, Guyunis shouldn't know Triskull's name; her adopted son hadn't met Triskull—not once in his life had he ever laid eye on him.
"What about Triskull?" she asked.
"He my dat?"
"No, why?"
"Tha-k-t's contradic-k-tory to wha-k-t that one guy said." Guyunis absently said.
"What guy? Who said what to you, G?"
"The guy that did all of this to me," Guyunis swept his hand down his front side. "He said Rubacon or Triskull were my dat when he was whipping me. He said that they could have wha-k-t remained of me after he was done with me."
"Neither man is your father, G." Angel said back.
"You lied or fibbed on my adoption papers, right? When you wro-k-te my dat's name, you lied, right?"
"No. I was truthful. Correct."
"I don-k-t want that Shaam-guy to be my dat, mum!" Guyunis wailed nearly five minutes later. "Anyone but him! Anyone, mum! Anyone but him!"
Her son was in enough stress as was; he didn't need more added to what he currently had on his shoulders. She said that the decision was up to him on who he wanted to be his father then, after he started rambling about wanting her and only her as his parent, she said that she and only she would be his parent. She finished the bandaging then she helped her son up; a quick call to Hazaar was made after she had her son on his feet. She held Guyunis as Hazaar changed her bedding then, after the bedding was changed, she eased him back to a sitting position. She collected the empty packages of bandage rolls then left the room; when she returned, she found her son lying on his side.
Guyunis was staring at the wall; his legs were pulled almost up to his chin and his arms were wrapped around his chest. The poor dear; he looked so pitiful... so hopeless. She asked him if he wanted anything to eat or drink; he said no then, after a moment's pause, he said something about the inside of his mouth hurting him. A quick check showed that the inside of his mouth was cut and inflamed; the tip of his tongue was also burned. Taking in food and drink like a normal person wouldn't happen for her son. Not for a while, at least. She cringed after seeing the inside of her son's mouth then started humming a little tune. Something to help her son relax. She wanted, more than anything in the whole wide world, for her son for relax and have a little nap. Guyunis must of understood her want; he hummed along with her for a little while before falling asleep. She smoothed her hand over his hair—which, now that the more in-need injuries were treated, and that her son was in a calm state, she found was singed—, then she gave him a small kiss, before leaving the room.
She left the door open, just in case she was needed or needed to go back to the room quickly, then she went down to the dining room. She had spent the better part of an hour with Guyunis; tending his many injuries, talking to him, reassuring him, and calming him down. Now, it was time to look after Bile; she had some questions to ask him.
She found Bile in the dining room; the place where she told Lhaklar to take him to an hour earlier. Hazaar and Lazeer were in the living room; Hazaar was watching one of the discs that came in his DVD set. Lazeer looked to be only half-watching the program. The door was still blown; everyone and their mama's could see what was going on in the house. There were still bits and pieces of wood strewn about the hallway that came off the foyer.
She made a bee-line for the dining room after coming down from upstairs. Lhaklar shot up from the chair that he was sitting in; he rushed over to her. He practically dragged her from the room that she had just walked into.
"He's not said a thing on what happened," he said after pulling her from the dining room. "Any amount of asking on my part hasn't—"
"Let me take care of the asking, Lhakie." she said back. "Take care of the door then either go upstairs or join Hazaar and Lazeer in the living room."
Lhaklar did as she told him to. She could tell that he, like Hazaar and Lazeer, was effected by what happened earlier. Seeing a blood-soaked, badly injured Guyunis being carried into the house had ruined their day, as it had hers.
She went into the dining room then, after a little pause, she went right up to Bile. One look told her that whatever unknown event that happened had effected him as well; her oldest son's hands were clinched. His hands were so tightly clinched that she could hear joints cracking; her son's head was hidden behind his fists. His body was just as still as could be. She took the chair that she normally sat in at mealtime out from under the table then sat down; Bile flinched just once then went back to being still.
"Unfurl your hands, Bile. Before the circulation is cut off or a vein bursts." she said after sitting down. Her son only responded by shaking his head. "B, please. Do as I just told you. Don't hurt yourself."
"I'm already hurt, ma." Bile replied.
"I'm sure of that; we've all been effected. The emotional and mental pain will run its course in a few days." she hoped that she was right in that regard.
"I could of stopped it, ma." her son said after a few minutes of silence fell between them. "I could of prevented all of what happened by flipping the ground."
"Could of prevented what?" she asked.
"I'm as much at fault for what happened as they are." her son slapped his fists down on the table. He pushed himself back in his chair. It was at that time that she saw that he, too, was injured.
"Bile!"
His hands were a blood-soaked mess! The knuckles were ruined; they were covered in a mixture of different colored blood. Greenish-blue, yellow, and greenish-red—the latter belonging to her young son. There were a few minor cuts and abrasions to her son's face; the one that'd need serious treating was the one that was over his left eye—it was nasty! The worst injury that her son had on him was nine-inches long; it ran on a slant, from his right shoulder on down to the center of his chest then on down to the left side of his upper stomach region. This wound had the same characteristics as the eight lashes, that had burned outer edges, that were on Guyunis's back; what the hell had happened to her two boys during their outing? Her mouth dropped when she saw the wound, but she retained herself from reaching forward to touch it; her son wasn't in the mood for medical treating. Right now, the best thing that she could do was be an ear and a shoulder.
"What happened, B?" she asked. "Tell me slowly. I'm here, I'm listening."
"Where do you want me to start?"
"At the beginning, Bile."
Her son said nothing for the longest of time before finally starting in on a tale that she, at first, didn't want to hear. How had Guyunis coming very near to beating Bile in a foot-race led to Guyunis, and Bile, being so badly injured? Bile was very detailed in telling the tale of how he and Guyunis had raced; Guyunis had given him a good run for his money. He remained at Bile's side for nearly the entire duration of the race. Bile had just gotten through mentioning that Angus and Aubin, two of his friends, were witnesses to the race when the real details of what she wanted to hear started being told. Her skin grew cold right when he started telling the tale of what happened after his and Guyunis's race ended.
"The ground started shaking—it was like a small earthquake was happening—then they popped out of the ground. One by one, like fuckin' Jack-In-The-Boxes."
"Who, B?" she knew that he was telling the truth—a mild "jump" was felt on her end over an hour ago. Horace A. Smith, the American President, who she was on the phone with at the time, had said that he couldn't feel a thing where he was; she had asked him if the ground was shaking where he was. He came back with a no.
"Every-fuckin'-body that's in that Rastatter Rheinaue camp." Bile replied. He slapped one of his hands on the table then went on in relaying all of what happened. "The ones that can do Elemental powers came out of the ground—my grandfather, my adoptive father, my great-grandfather, and great-great grandfather..." her son stopped long enough to regain some of his composure before going on. "My grandfather and great-grandfather had their wives wrapped around them; Shaam threw a Fire Fist at the interior shield-wall, so the others that were waiting on the other side could get in. After he did that, he started undressin' himself."
"He did what?"
"He took his jacket, vest, and shirt off." Bile clarified. "We—Angus, Aubin, Guyunis, and me—bolted soon after he undressed himself. We were trying to run away—a rock wall appeared around us; one of them trapped us. A ring of energy was made around Angus and Aubin; I was separated from Guyunis then... then Shaam started fighting Guyunis."
Bile told it all. He was quick, but clear in telling the tale of what happened. Her jaw dropped twice before snapping shut; it became a firm fixture on her face after them two droppings. Anger, as rich and as thick as could be, boiled within her as her son told her the rest of what happened.
Tazir was told to go retrieve her oldest son, who kept him back. A bunch of Goblins charged at her son after their employer was sent packing twice; they separated him from Guyunis at once. Right after the separation occurred, Shaam started assaulting her adopted son. Bile claimed to of made a shield form around himself after the Goblins had him separated from Guyunis. He fought the Goblins from within the shield, then he said a spell to make the shield move as he did; he was in the process of going forward to help Guyunis when his shield was dropped. The Goblins, followed by Tazir, had kept Bile from reaching his brother; Bile had tried to help his brother—he was sincere in this, and she believed him whole-heartily.
In Bile's words, Shaam had made mince-meat out of Guyunis. Their fight was long and brutal; while Guyunis had put as much effort as he could into the fight, he was beaten, and badly. After being beaten, Guyunis was strung up a tree and then flogged with a bull-whip; Tazir had started fighting Bile at that time. Her son claimed that her Universal Husband had given him a promise of being put on a full-course diet to lose weight and muscle mass during their altercation.
"I should of used my head, ma." her son said. His face was set, like an angry stone. "I should of flipped the ground under Shaam's feet. If I had done that, he wouldn't be upstairs with all them lashes on his back."
"Where'd that gash on your front come from, B?" she asked.
"I stepped in front of Shaam. I thought that he'd stop swinging the whip at Guyunis if I was in the way. He didn't. He swung that damn whip. When it hit me... it hurt, ma! It hurt so damn much!"
"You took the last swing for your brother," her hands, which were folded tightly on her lap, trembled.
"That fuckin' whip was on fire, ma! Shaam set it on fire after he used it normally!"
She understood Guyunis's demand of not wanting Shaam to be his father fully now. What happened between the two of them was a peachy-fine way of introducing one to the other; instead of a hello, then a handshake, or one of them half-hugs, Shaam beat and then tortured his young son. If her boys didn't need her, she'd be hot-footing it over to the Rastatter Rheinaue camp to give Shaam a good piece of her mind—and to punish him royally for the damage that he inflicted on both of her boys. Not only were her two boys injured physically but they were also dealing with the effects of emotional and mental injury. She wouldn't be surprised if Guyunis did a full regression. Went back to wanting to stay inside, away from humans. Went back to talking bad of humans. Went back to talking bad of himself, or went back to thinking that he was scum or not important.
Shaam's fight with his young son hadn't just effected Bile or Guyunis; she was also effected by it. She was Guyunis's mother. She loved Guyunis dearly. She, too, was injured. Lhaklar, Hazaar, and Lazeer had also shown the effects of injury; the shock over what happened was written all over their faces, and it was shown in all of their movements. Hazaar had long since turned his show off; they had heard Bile's tale of what happened between father and son.
Bile finished telling the rest of his story then leaned forward; he started crying at once. She stared at her sobbing son, the oldest of her offspring, for a few seconds before standing up. She leaned over him. She wrapped him up in a hug, but she didn't tell him that it was alright—that would be wrong; things were not alright in her world or in his. She hugged him, she let him cry, then she went over to the fridge. She was still producing milk for her boys, and they were still consuming it; she produced at least a half-gallon of milk a day. About seventy ounces, and her sons consumed all of it. There were three, half-gallon jugs in the fridge; she took one out, then she grabbed a glass from the cabinet. She poured Bile a glass of her milk, then took it over to him; he did nothing but stare at it. He stared at it for all of five minutes before picking it up then downing it.
"Go upstairs. Take a warm shower; if you want me to do a session on your injuries, tell me afterwards." she said after he finished his glass of milk.
"Okay," he son mumbled. He got to his feet then went upstairs.
The next week did prove to be a little difficult for her and her family; Guyunis did experience a regression, but not a full one like she expected. Angus and Aubin's parents called to ask her what was going on; the two boys had obviously run home, screaming their fool heads off. Angus was terrified of leaving home, while Aubin just plain refused to speak to anyone. She explained as best she could on what happened then she hung up after the line went dead. It took a while for the two boys to collect themselves—their emotional and mental injuries healed at the same rate that her own sons' did.
A heavy rain fell on the first few days of March; everything puddled up, and got messy. It started snowing on the day of her oldest son's birthday. It fell lightly, at first, then blizzard-like conditions set in. She used the bad weather as an excuse to stay home. With the mood being what it was, it was mutually decided to postpone the celebrating of Bile's and Lhaklar's birthdays; Bile turned two thousand, two hundred, and two years old on the third of March. Except for her, he was mostly left alone. Lhaklar turned two thousand, one hundred, and two years old on the eighth of March; the same thing happened on his birthday.
The things that they bought for the two for their birthdays were given and then received silently. Bile got two knives—one that had an Obsidian blade, the handle, of which, being the head and neck of a rattlesnake, that still had its fangs intact, and the other being something similar. The blade of the second knife was stone, while the handle was made out of a Snowshoe rabbit's foot. He also got a DVD set of Wild Hunt Stories—a tv show that he was showing some interest in lately. Hazaar and Lazeer gave him two model kits that he started building right away—the sensual Vampire Selene model was done in two days, while the model of Leia Organna, depicted in the slave outfit that Jabba the Hutt had made her wear after he captured her, took him four days to do.
Lhaklar had also gotten some knives for his birthday; a green glass throwing knife, that had an eagle-headed pommel, and a Jagdkommando Tri-Dagger Knife, the latter, of which, she pondered long and hard on before buying. Lazeer had gotten him a DVD set of Deep Sea Fishing—a show that her secondborn was noted as being highly interested in. The weather radio that Hazaar had gotten him had a built-in flashlight on it; Lhaklar had asked if, one day, when it was safe, he could use it on a night-conducted fishing excursion. She had said that they'd see on that one. She had also gotten him a new communicator; his old one had all of a sudden died on him—he had been in-need of a new one. Bile had gotten Lhaklar two model kits—one of a slave girl fighting off a giant snake and the other of Oola, the slave girl that Jabba the Hutt had before Leia caught his eye.
Guyunis gave his two brothers their birthday gifts a week and a half after his ordeal with his father; he gave Bile a model kit of Frankenstein's new, sexy bride. Lhaklar got a model kit of Jaws eating/attacking Quint.
Guyunis got very violently ill on the night following his fight with his father; she fussed and worried over him for nearly two weeks. His symptoms were something similar to pneumonia. He had a very productive cough; the fever was very, very high; and he also had shaky spells. Complaints of his chest hurting him were made two days after he came down with his mystery illness. It took him nearly two weeks to get over his illness; when he was better, he started moving around more. He spent most of the two weeks in her room; she and he had slept back-to-back for all of a week and five days before his illness started subsiding. He was moved to his room after he started showing signs of getting better.
She was given a shock on the seventeenth of March; when she came into her room to find him milling around. Guyunis, who, surprisingly, hadn't lost a pound in weight despite his sick days, was rummaging around in her closet. Obviously looking for something. She placed her purse down on her dresser then spoke gently—so not to spook him.
"What're you looking for, G?"
"Mum!" even after speaking gently, he still jumped for the ceiling. The box of books, that he just took down from the shelf in her closet, fell to the floor instantly.
"Don't tell me that you've now got an interest in being an astronaut." she said after he turned to look at her. "You practically leaped to the moon on that one, G."
"I'm sorry, mum. I'll pick them up." Guyunis dropped to his knees slowly; the wrap of bandaging that was around his torso was new. She had made a habit out of changing his wrapping once a day.
"Calm down, G." she said. She went over to help him in picking the books up. "What're you looking for?"
He didn't answer her. He just picked the books up then placed them back in the box that they fell out of. The box of books, that her son took down from her bedroom closet's shelf, contained mostly picture albums. There were really only two real books in the box; her son purposely left them lying out in the open. When it came time to putting them back into the box, he simply pushed them back, out of view. She automatically knew that he had found the item, or items, of interest that he was looking for. She took the two books up when he was putting the box back in her closet then she looked down at them; a small smile pulled at her lips when she saw what the titles of the two books were.
"You'll want the one that has a full cover on it. The one that has a half-burned front cover is the older edition." she said after taking the two books, the older and the newer editions of the Chronicle of the Surfeit, up from the floor.
"Mum," Guyunis took the two books from her slowly, carefully. She smiled at him, then turned to leave the room.
"If at any time you need me, call. I'll be downstairs, making some chocolate chip and coconut macaroon cookies."
His mum left. She said nothing to him. Either against or for his having the two books; not even a question was asked on why he wanted to look through the two books was asked. He found that odd. His mum, who cared for him all during his sickness, and who was still looking after him for his still-present, and many, injuries, seemed to be acting a bit strange that day. It was Spring-like outside; his bruders had all gone out—with their mum's permission, of course. She had just come in from work; her work clothes were still on her. He looked around the room that he was in before going towards the bed. After a moment's pause, he sat then opened the book that she said was the newer edition of the two that he kept out from the box.
The index was long. There were many names and chapters in this one book—which was four times bigger than a damn encyclopedia! He ran his finger down the S-index then, after finding the name that he was looking for, he turned to the page that the chapter on the person that was written on started on. He took a breath after reaching the page then started reading.
ShaamVile Kondee Surfeit was a surprise baby to RaalVile Surfeit and his wife, Frahfrie Cloridona. He was conceived after his father came home for a short break after conquering the Cloabo Galaxy and was born during his father's conquest of the Websiren Galaxy on August 18, 1821, at nearly ten months gestation.
ShaamVile was a big baby; weighing in at almost nine pounds at birth and being twenty-three inches in length. He was the secondborn son of RaalVile Surfeit through his first wife, Frahfrie; he was also the more healthy of the three offspring born to the pair. He was said to be a prodigy in Elemental Powers; learning all before the age of six hundred and thirty-four. He is one of few who can do the sub-power of Elemental Fire called the Clear Fire ability; he is also noted as knowing how to do Clear Water. His knowledge and performance history in using his Elemental Air powers is outstanding; he has been seen as performing such acts as sending gusts of air, that could well send a house flying from its foundation—he even named this move himself; Air Torrent.
ShaamVile received a most impressive education; going to not only Pronghorn Academy of Sorcery and Magic but to also The Dark Academy, The Academy of Dark Arts, Semil's Military Academy, and The Dark School of Evil. He was one of few who actually had his first conquered galaxy by the time he reached The Dark School of Evil, and by that time, he was three thousand, four hundred, and twenty-one years old.
The Surfeit family was in dire trouble by the time ShaamVile conquered of the Dlur Galaxy—a galaxy that had fifty planets in it. ShaamVile's full brother, ZaalVile Ejaw Surfeit, was declared fully infertile by the time Shlock's Plague struck the Universe, and ShaamVile's younger half-brother, RikiVile Levav Surfeit, was rendered infertile after an attack on a planet that he was trying to conquer, which cost him both of his testicles. With the two infertilities being noted, it was fully on his shoulders to continue the family line.
ShaamVile Surfeit has been accredited to three women. Nicolia Bloashi, from the planet Gluok in the Dlur Galaxy (he met her soon after conquering the galaxy; he brought her back fully intending to marry and have a family with her), was his first and only wife. She bore him seven children; the gender of only five of those offspring are known. Of the seven children that Nicolia conceived for her husband, only one made it out of the womb alive. This child was given the name of EbaishaVile Etalett Surfeit soon after being born. A few years after EbaishaVile's birth, ShaamVile had himself and his wife checked for fertility issues. ShaamVile, at first, was declared infertile but, after a double-check, that was requested by both ShaamVile and his father, that was changed. ShaamVile's wife, on the other hand, was declared fully unable to give birth to any further children due to a deformity in her uterus. ShaamVile divorced his wife shortly after this discovery. They were married for twelve thousand, six hundred, and ninety years.
The next woman that ShaamVile is accredited to came from his birth planet—Gamma Vile. Her name was Bikare Globoosie and, from all accounts, even though ShaamVile was engaged to the woman, and claimed that he loved her, the pairing wasn't a happy one.
Despite the constant qualms, Bikare and ShaamVile had six children together; four sons and two daughters. One of the offspring bore to the pair was lost two weeks after conception. Like with ShaamVile's first marriage, his partner was only able to give birth to one living child; the child, a girl, was given the name of EblouissieVile Axodaa Surfeit. She was born on July 7, 3276, at 1:34 p.m.; ShaamVile's been noted in historical papers, and in verbal exchanges, as saying that his daughter through Bikare was thought to not be his by both of his parents. Her appearance was noted as being very different than both of her parents. ShaamVile left Bikare four thousand years after their engagement; due in part to Bikare's not wanting anything to do with their daughter, he raised EblouissieVile as a single parent.
ShaamVile met the third woman that he's accredited to, Egla Shaar, after sending his daughter through Bikare Globoosie to Pronghorn Academy of Sorcery and Magic; despite heavy opposition from both his and her families, he swiftly became engage to her after five years of dating. All sources say that the pairing was a happy one and, surely, it must have been. The two had a total of twelve children together; six girls and four boys—the genders of two of their offspring aren't known, due to early-gestation miscarriages.
ShaamVile Surfeit is known to be the father of twenty-five children, but, of those twenty-five, only three survived to be born. In all, he experienced eight miscarriages and fourteen stillborn children with the three women that he's been accredited with.
ShaamVile Surfeit only had one living child by Egla Shaar: the coveted heir to the Surfeit family line, DuruVile Bolushi Surfeit. ShaamVile's only surviving son was born on December 11, 3650; ShaamVile's only partner to give him a living son passed away from Puerperal Fever two weeks after the birth of their son. ShaamVile Surfeit remained single after Egla died; he raised their son on his own. The early hundreds of DuruVile Surfeit's life were fraught with bad events: his grandfather, RaalVile Surfeit, and step-grandmother, Malakay Surfeit, née Dubalakee, passed away just after the young boy reached two hundred and six years of age, both being victims of Shlock's Plague. Both were buried in the cemetery behind the family house which ShaamVile's father had willed over; Egla was also buried behind the house. ShaamVile moved himself, and his young son, into the house soon after his father and stepmother's passing. He had the entire residence disinfected and had most of the furniture thrown out and replaced; it's also noted in historical records that he had several rooms redone after his father and stepmother passed away. After he and his son moved into the house, and after all of the work was done, the windows and doors were locked and no one was allowed to enter or exit the property.
Shlock's Plague claimed a good many of the Surfeit family; ShaamVile lost most of his family soon after the passing of his father and stepmother. In all, he lost his two brothers and three sisters—OliaVile, VlalaVile, and VaraiVile. He also lost his two, young infant nephews, one born to OliaVile and the other to VaraiVile. EbaishaVile and EblouissieVile were also claimed by the plague; it's been said that the two women would periodically leave their residences to visit friends, who were also not wary of the plague that was running rampant in their birth galaxy. All who succumbed to the plague are buried in the cemetery that's behind Surfeit Manor, located in the Lajon District of Gamma Vile. Of the ones lost, only ShaamVile, his young son, and ShaamVile's uncle and his family survived the plague.
ShaamVile Surfeit doted on his young son from birth; showering him with untold amounts of love and attention. Even when the Plague was at its highest, he was still a very good and nurturing father. He and his son had a very thick relationship and were, and are reportedly still, very close to one another. ShaamVile tutored his son himself; soon after a vaccine was made to prevent the surviving populace of the M-51 Galaxy from contracting and then succumbing to Shlock's Plague, he started taking him on his conquering campaigns. ShaamVile sent his son off to receive an impressive education; he spent a total of a quadramillion on just one school enrollment and was known to make a deposit on the next educational system that he wanted his son to go to. In all, ShaamVile sent his son off to Pronghorn Academy of Sorcery and Magic, The Dark University, School of Dark Arts, Bjork's School of Evil, Semil's Military Academy, Woolwerk's School of Business, and The University of Conquering.
The life of ShaamVile Kondee Surfeit was cut short after he took a voyage to check into the Virtu Galaxy—a galaxy that he was said to be highly interested in conquering. He disappeared during the voyage; many searches (most conducted by his son) were held in hopes of either finding him alive or in finding his remains. After no results came to fruit in the searches, the young and sole remaining Surfeit turned to preserving his family line and in making a name for himself.
ShaamVile Surfeit's remains were found over two hundred thousand years after his disappearance by his great-great granddaughter, Angel Irene Vile. They were found on the planet that his ship crashed on; due to efforts made by Angel Irene Vile, ShaamVile Surfeit was brought back from the realm known as Limbo—a place that he was only able to get to after consuming a potion that he made and was said to keep on him at all times during his space travels and conquering campaigns.
ShaamVile added one more galaxy to his list of conquerings after his return from Limbo; the conquest of the Bunswana Galaxy was a rough one for its vast civilians, but relatively easy for the Surfeit that conquered it. ShaamVile Kondee Surfeit hasn't done any further conquering in over two thousand years; the Universe is still shivering in fear of the Surfeit's return and wandering eye.
After reading all of that, he shook his head; he remembered saying something around the area about how old his fader was after his adoption papers were fixed up. The date at the start of the chapter did prove his mum correct in what she changed on his papers. His dat was as old as Methuselah, yet he still acted—moved, meaning—as though he was a young, spry chicken.
His curiosity temporarily satisfied in that regard, he turned back to the book's index. He found, then ran his finger down the D's, then, after finding the page that his November/December opponent was on, he turned to it. He started reading that chapter after getting to it.
Being born on December 11, 3650, DuruVile Bolushi Surfeit was the son of ShaamVile Kondee Surfeit and his late mistress, Egla Ifica Shaar. Egla passed away shortly after the birth of her only surviving child and son; he was raised without having a female figure in his life. This fact, though, didn't mean much to young boy—his father spent a lot of time and energy on him; reputedly, even going as far as to denounce his two other, older children, both girls, by his former wife and former mistress.
Duru's childhood was a mixture of rough upcomings; from having nearly all of his family succumbing to the plague that claimed many others, to having to stay indoors during the entire duration of Shlock's Plague, to having little to no familial contact, and to having no contact/socialization with other children his age. DuruVile's father took him on his planetary conquests and space travels; he personally saw to his son's training—Duru has been said to of been slow in his first few lessons then picked up to become a prodigy, like his father. DuruVile's father also took up his tutoring. It is known that DuruVile, while being an excellent pupil, had substantial issues with Math.
DuruVile has a most impressive education under his belt. His father sent him off to the best schools in the Universe; it was very apparent from the start that the boy was expected to follow in his footsteps. DuruVile was sent to Pronghorn Academy of Sorcery and Magic first, then he was sent to The Dark University for three hundred years, School of Dark Arts, Bjork's School of Evil, Semil's Military Academy, Woolwerk's School of Business, and The University of Conquering.
After reaching adulthood, and, eventually, accepting the fact of his father's death, after his father disappeared after going out to check into a galaxy that he was interested in conquering, DuruVile settled down to become a husband, a father, and a conquer. He proved to be the exact thing that the Surfeit family, who was encountering issues in keeping their line going, needed with the latter two.
DuruVile Surfeit is famously known as having a total of five wives, each coming from a different planet. His first wife was Dapira Yeraboni, who was born and raised on Gamma Vile; she is currently the only woman accredited to him to be born and raised on his birth planet. She gave birth to three children, all girls, during the first half of their marriage; their daughters, Whosla, Bekla, and Kulabai, speak good of both parents. The marriage met with divorce soon after the younger of the three started school.
The second woman accredited to DuruVile Bolushi Surfeit is Cyla Dybla, who reins from Resha7. DuruVile has quite a history with this woman; not only did he divorce her after their children were all in school but he remarried her some thousands of years later. DuruVile's rather contradictory with the number of children that he's had with Cyla; he's said in verbal interviews and exchanges to have only had seven children with her when he'd really had eight with her. The first child, a son, born to the pair was given the name of ArkheVile Cosdi Surfeit; the child was born during his father's conquest of the Binya Galaxy. Neither father nor son got a chance to meet; ArkheVile Cosdi Surfeit died a month after being born, crib death is the suspected cause. The next child born through his marriage with Cyla was a girl named AraimeVile; fifty years after she was born, a son was conceived and then born. The son, KurukVile Shonsinu Surfeit, was born during the rare event of three blue spheres. The next born to the pair was AzvraVile, another girl.
DuruVile divorced Cyla soon after meeting his third wife, who, consideringly, was a rather strange one. The young Surfeit met Ashaklar Zoopray soon after journeying to Zeta Ren, a planet in the Zeta Reticuli system, to spend some time on vacation. Ashaklar was from an affluent family, one of Zeta Ren's best, and was right young when she met DuruVile Surfeit; it seemed that love was struck quickly, DuruVile divorced Cyla then married Ashaklar quickly afterwards. After a hundred and fifteen years of marriage, Ashaklar became pregnant and had their first child—TazirVile Lajoshu Surfeit, DuruVile's claimed secondborn son, who is really his thirdborn. After five hundred years, Ashaklar gave birth to her second child by DuruVile—a girl, named QeetaVile Tintissi Surfeit. After Qeeta's birth, the marriage took a severe downturn. DuruVile nearly divorced Ashaklar before their children reached their schooling years. The second that QeetaVile reached her final years at Pronghorn Academy of Sorcery and Magic, DuruVile took out the papers then filed for divorce.
He next married Cardalir Glashag, from the planet Dekka in the Keyla Galaxy; through this marriage, he produced two children, both daughters. He divorced Cardalir after their children reached their schooling years then, not long after filing for divorce, he met and then married Kovina Venogerio, who was also from the Keyla Galaxy. The planet where the woman was found on isn't known. Through that marriage, DuruVile produced two more daughters. He had just divorced Kovina when he met his match on Wren8.
Other than being well-known for his six wives, DuruVile is also known for being a ruthless conqueror. DuruVile Surfeit isn't only known as the ruthless conqueror of the planet Shai5, he is also known as the conqueror and ruler of the Binya Galaxy, which consists of three hundred planets, and of his conquerings in the Keyla Galaxy. He was seemingly killed during his attempted conquest of the planet Wren8 in the Keyla Galaxy, where he reportedly, at the time, met his match with the planet's protector—Kankuranger.
After being noted as deceased for a hundred thousand years, DuruVile made a surprise comeback and appearance. He went back to conquer the rest of the Keyla Galaxy—defeating his old nemesis in the process—then he conquered the Xeno Object, a galaxy that has a total of five hundred planets in it. He currently holds the record for conquering a galaxy of that caliber.
Just prior to his conquest of the rest of the Keyla Galaxy, DuruVile remarried his second wife. They currently have four children together; GaajahVile Vulbub Surfeit, UevaaVile Saibi Surfeit, and SelikVile Oan Surfeit. The fourth child to the pair was a male and a twin; Cyla reportedly lost him after five months of pregnancy.
He went downstairs after reading that chapter; he was thirsty, and he felt a little deprived of his mutter's company. The rich aroma of cookies being baked had also made his stomach gurgle. He marked his place in the book then took it downstairs; there was a plate, that had three Coconut Macaroons on it, on the dining room table. While he didn't so much as need to ask if they were for him, he still asked out of common courtesy. He made himself a glass of milk—the normal type, not his mum's—then sat at his designated spot at the table. He grabbed a cookie after his mum said that they were for him afterwards. With his mutter's company, a plate of cookies, and a glass of milk in front of him, he resumed reading. This time, he looked in the book's index for the T-section.
He found what he was looking for quickly after finding what page the Trobrencus-chapter started on.
TrobrencusVile Bloym Surfeit, the secondborn son of IackVile Surfeit by his second wife, Birava Yamubabba, was born on September 12, 978. Despite his impressive pedigree, he wasn't raised or intended to become a conqueror; he was said to of been steered in the direction of the clergy instead.
IackVile Surfeit raised his son rough, regardless of the intention of his becoming a clergyman. Trobrencus, along with his older brother, RosolVile, were forced to remain awake up to the wee hours of the morning by their father, who ruthlessly taught them how to use their powers and who tutored them long and hard in the books and in the art of swordry. TrobrencusVile has admitted to running away from home five times; his father's ruthlessness wasn't just restricted to plain teachings—IackVile was also known as being particularly mean to his sons whenever either of them received an inadequate grade in their work assignments. IackVile was also reportedly dissatisfied with the fact that Trobrencus couldn't do their family's principle power: Elemental powers. He was particularly rough with Trobrencus on that area as well.
TrobrencusVile Surfeit is a known holder of the Shadow and Sound Powers, along with the basic Energy Powers. TrobrencusVile, despite his rough upbringing, speaks well of his father and received a very impressive education. Besides attending Pronghorn Academy of Sorcery and Magic, he also attended the University of Shadow, Sound, and Light School; Vernolis School of Military; Goboshu's Academy of Meanness; and, for a thousand years, Blore's Academy of Sciences and Magic. He earned a degree in Power Science during his attendance at the latter school. Due to his father wanting him to become a clergyman, he also received an education at the Power of Clergy Academy and the University of Church.
TrobrencusVile remained single for many thousands of years; he didn't marry until meeting the lovely Bahne Brotzol at a party. He claims that an instant attraction was made between the two of them.
Many speculate as to why TrobrencusVile hadn't married before then; it's said that he had a son from an illicit affair with a maid that his brother, RosolVile Surfeit, hired after she was dismissed from working with their younger brother, RaalVile Surfeit. No one knows for sure; Trobrencus hasn't agreed, disagreed, or dismissed the speculation. The only thing that is known about him is that, at the time of his marriage to Bahne Brotzol, he was a hundred and three thousand, four hundred, and one years old.
By the time Shlock's Plague struck the M-51 Galaxy, TrobrencusVile and Bahne had two daughters; DananVile Surfeit and DazassVile Surfeit, who are a mere fifty years separate in age. Bahne was pregnant with twins by the time Shlock's Plague struck their birth and home galaxy. In order to save his family from the Plague, TrobrencusVile personally built an underground bunker that, reportedly, was cemented all around and that had a good, strong, steel top. He built the bunker close to his castle, which is located in the Voohkoor District of Gamma Vile.
It was in this location where his wife gave birth to their twin sons; TrivitVile and Tolibyte Surfeit, with the latter not surviving the birth. He left the bunker for only two reasons: to bury his deceased, infant son in the Surfeit cemetery that's behind Surfeit Manor, where his nephew, ShaamVile Surfeit, and great-nephew, DuruVile Surfeit, resided during the Plague, and to retrieve the innoculants against Shlock's Plague after the vaccine was made. TrivitVile Surfeit was said to of been so afraid of the outside, and of the light provided by the spheres that the planets in his family's birth galaxy revolve around, that he screamed and demanded to be left in the bunker. Besides DananVile, DazassVile, TrivitVile, and Tolibyte, TrobrencusVile Surfeit also fathered four other children; BenociVile and her twin sister, CelobraVile, were conceived a hundred and ninety years after Shlock's Plague passed on. Another son, BohirVile, was born some thousands of years later. He was followed by a sister, FleebeVile, a few hundred years later. ImpubVile and VaraxcanVile followed FleebeVile's birth some years later.
TrobrencusVile got busy after the vaccine was developed for Shlock's Plague. He was already the conqueror and ruler of the Shwi Galaxy, which had a total of ninety planets in it; the Keai Galaxy, which had thirty planets in it; and the Holobo Galaxy, which had a hundred and one planets in it. TrobrencusVile, soon after his family was back in order, and after everything was back to the way it use to be before the Plague swept through the Universe, swooped into the Terashu Galaxy; he conquered it within five months time. Soon after conquering the Terashu Galaxy, TrobrencusVile Surfeit went in and conquered the Falunu Galaxy, which had a total of a hundred and five planets in it. He broke a record during his conquest of the Cenup Galaxy, which had a total of a thousand planets in it. He conquered the Cenup Galaxy in six months, shattering the record, which had previously been stuck at a full year and six months, for a galaxy with a thousand planets to be conquered. It was a record that few had attempted to break; it was set a thousand years earlier.
TrobrencusVile Surfeit has been known as a fierce protector of his family, not only going lengths to protect his family against Shlock's Plague but also diseases, plagues, viruses and, like his father before him, he trained and tutored his offspring himself. When TrivitVile Surfeit went off to Pronghorn Academy of Sorcery, he took with him a special mirror that his father gave him to keep tabs on him at all times. Duplicate mirrors were given to DananVile, DazassVile, BenociVile, CelobraVile, BohirVile, and FleebeVile. A special cellular was also given, so contact could be continuous between parents and offspring.
TrobrencusVile, his wife, Bahne Brotzol, and all of their children reside in the same castle in the Voohkoor District today.
"Mum..." he said, after going back to the index then thumbing through the T-section again. "Mum, he's no-k-t in here."
"Who's not in the book, G?" Angel asked.
"Tha-k-t Triskull-guy."
"There's a pretty good explanation for why he's not, baby." Angel placed the last of the baked cookies in the cookie jar then went over to her son, who was now flipping the pages of the book that he was reading rapidly. "He hasn't done anything with his life to warrant a chapter in that book."
"He's not in here." Guyunis said, despairingly.
"There's a minor mention of him in his father's chapter." Angel replied. "He's the secondborn son of KurukVile Shonsinu Surfeit; third child born to him and his wife, Irka."
"Here he is!" Guyunis said, after finding the chapter that his mother had spoken of. He spent all of five minutes reading the chapter before leaning back in his chair. "Like you said, he's jus-k-t mentioned."
"What do you want to know about him, G?" Angel asked.
"A pict-k-ure's what I want to see." Guyunis replied. "I want to... to..."
"Compare yourself with him?"
With his interest being as high as it was, she didn't dawdle on going upstairs to her room. She grabbed the photo albums, that were in the box, that was in her closet, then went back downstairs. Guyunis was where she left him; she found that he was reading the chapter that was written on her father. She let him read the chapter then she gave him a picture of what he said he wanted to see. She took a picture of Rubacon from one of the albums next; she was handing that over when he placed the photograph of Triskull down on the table.
"I don-k-t look like neither of them, mum!" Guyunis exclaimed. "Why'd tha-k-t Shaam-guy say that one of them were my dat?"
"Probably because of your skin tone, G." Angel replied. "He—probably all of them—connected you with them because of the color of your skin."
"Triskull's go-k-t real dark blue skin, mum." Guyunis said. "Tha-k-t Rubacon-guy has crests over his eyes. I don't have cres-k-ts over my eyes, or look like him. My eyes are yellow; his are black in tha-k-t photo."
"I suspect that your great-grandmother holds the clue to where you got your looks from." Angel said. She flipped the pages of the photo album that she had in front of her until she reached a photograph of IackVile Uovo Surfeit and his last wife, Dablonie Noshibol. She took the photo from the book then she held it over to her son, who took it gently.
The first thing in the photograph that claimed his eye was the man; he looked mean. The man had one hell of a mean-looking face, that looked to be frozen in a snarl. As much as he hated to admit it, he had a feeling that the man was related to everyone in his family; the left side of his head was dark blue, while the right side of his head was a silver color. His slightly elongated ears were a dark blue color; there were light blue, Tiger-like stripes on them. He had to bring the photograph in a little closer to notice that the man also had an off spot or two on his ears too. While he couldn't really tell how tall the man was he had a nagging feeling that he was around six feet; he didn't look that tall in the photograph—around modest height. While the man wore a plain, brown-checkered tuxedo in the photograph his horns were very prominent; them horns, which were a dark gray color, and had a triple twist to them, looked right sharp and deadly.
The woman that was also in the photograph didn't look none fazed by how mean or menacing the man looked. The woman was one of modest beauty. She had a pear-shaped body and short, near shoulder-length, gray hair. Her eyes were a steel-gray color. He had to look at her skin tone for a while to finally understand what his mum had said about where he had gotten his looks from; the woman's skin color was black. Pitch black, just like his. She had no nose whatsoever; that gave her appearance an off sort of feeling. She was wearing a long, purple dress in the photograph.
"Wh... who's this, mum?" he asked after pointing at the woman in the photo.
"Dablonie Noshibol, IackVile Uovo Surfeit's third wife." Angel replied. "She's of the now-extinct Gurnto species."
"Now extinct?"
"The galaxy where her people lived in was sucked into a black hole about four or five hundred thousand years ago."
"I go-k-t my skin from her, I can tell and... I think I can feel it too." Guyunis said. He stared at the open book that was in front of him for a few minutes before leaning forward. "What did my birth-mum look like? I've been told thing-k-s about her but—"
In answer, the woman that he regarded as his real mutter took a photograph from the album that lay before her. She slid the photograph across the table, then took the one that had IackVile Uovo Surfeit and Dablonie Noshibol. She was sliding the photograph of his great-grandparents back in the album when he started looking at the photograph that she had just given him.
"This her? Lisa Ann Wahlberg?" he asked after being silent for five minutes.
"Yep. That's her."
The woman in the photograph looked nothing impressive to him. She was of moderate height—around five foot, five inches tall—, and she had very green eyes. Her complexion was as he was told it was—medium or moderately tanned. Her hair was long and black, like his. He had only to look at her stomach to know that she was pregnant with him. Her stomach was sticking out prominently; if he had to guess, she was around seven or so months pregnant with him.
"W...why didn't she want me, mum?" he asked. Since he was there, and getting some answers on his background history, he figured that he might as well ask why his real mum hadn't kept him.
"Your father, more or less, used her like a whore." Angel replied, a little too heatedly. She forced herself to calm down before going on in telling her son, who seemed to want to learn about his background history, about his mother... and father. "It was about a year after your father was returned to the world of the living. Your mother was caught; your father was teased quite a lot after he saw her. He decided to act on his urge in wanting to... you know, mate."
"Tha-k-t's sick!" Guyunis exclaimed. He gave the picture back then snapped the book, that he spent the better part of an hour reading, shut.
"It is, yes. It had a very compound effect on her; he hurt her emotionally, as much as mentally. She never really recovered from it. You're the only child that she's had; she refuses any sort of male companionship—"
"Thanks to my fader." Guyunis sighed. He tapped his finger on the closed Chronicle of the Surfeit book then leaned back in his chair. "Why aren't you like that? In that guy Vile's chapter, you're said to be his daugh-k-ter; it says that Bile's his son."
"Some people handle rape differently. I will confirm for you now that, yes, I was raped by my father—twice—and that Bile is the product from one of them rapings." Angel replied. After a minute of silence, she sighed; since it was out in the open, she figured that it was best to clear her conscience and admit to how she felt after her oldest son's conception. "I started out very much like your mother, G. I didn't want Bile when he was in me."
"Wha-k-t!" Guyunis exclaimed. He pulled away from her with such force that he fell out of his chair. She sustained a laugh as he got back into the chair that he had fallen from.
"For most of my pregnancy, I said that I didn't want him. I spoke bad of him. Said that I wasn't going to do a thing with or for him."
"No," Guyunis's black hair flew madly as he shook his head. "Say it's not true, mum! Please—"
"Let me finish, G." Angel said. "After I escaped my father, I was forced to tend for myself—to hunt, clean, find refuge, etc. While doing all that, I formed a bond with Bile. I accepted him right after he was born."
"My mum didn't do that with me," Guyunis sounded relieved over hearing that part of her history; she felt a weight lift from her chest. "Right? She didn-k-t, right?"
"Yes. Sad but true. She birthed you, then she instructed the two women that acted as her midwives to send you away. You landed at the agency that's handled your adoptions about six hours after being born." Angel replied. "The two midwives tried, G. They tried their damnedest to give you to your mother. The older of the two was only able to get your mother to milk herself so you could have some colostrum; Lisa refused to see or have anything to do with you afterwards."
"My real mum refused me while you, a mum tha-k-t formerly refused one of her young, took me in. How ironic is that?" Guyunis placed his head in his hands.
"If it matters, G, I still kick myself in the ass for not accepting Bile earlier than I did." she said after a few minutes of silence fell at the table.
He didn't understand the rudimentaries of what she had just said to him. While the admittance of her not accepting his older bruder, when she was pregnant with him, was a shock, he didn't feel any different about her. He still loved her. For some strange reason, he felt closer than ever to her now. Maybe it was because everything was out in the open. The cards were on the table. The book was opened. The secrets were exposed. His mum had sounded hurt when she told him about her not accepting Bile before he was born; he knew his mum well—while she might not of wanted Bile then she truly wanted him now. She loved Bile as much as she loved him and the rest of his bruders.
His mum got up from the table. She went to the sink; the clean-up process of the kitchen began slowly and silently. After sitting, doing nothing more than staring at her, admiring her for all the good that she was, he got to his feet. He went to her then wrapped her up in a hug; the usual routine of his nuzzling his head against hers was done next. Unlike the other times, where he'd do this to get comfort for something that happened to him, or that spooked him, he just did this to show that he was still there and that their bond as mutter and son was also still there. His mutter reciprocated his motion. She nuzzled him back, then turned around to give him a hug—a light one; his ribs, which were broken two weeks and two days ago, were still tender, as was his back and chest.
"If at any time you want to know more on your family history, come to me. That book on the table's not the only thing that knows where you come from, you know." his mum said after they stopped hugging and nuzzling one another.
