The next chapters written, but I'll wait a day to put it up. Thanks for the attention!
He never told anyone.
That bastard.
He never told anyone.
He loved once, you know.
And he didn't tell a dammed soul.
I don't know my mothers name. I don't think anyone would tell me if they knew. He was a demagogue, playing on peoples fears and prejudices. And he was so powerful.
I guess it's better this way though. I had to grow up quick. I had to grow up tough. And I had to grow up to his expectations.
Even when he was up against his largest fear, his best friend. No. No one ever knew. Heaven only knows how he kept me a secret. My mother wasn't a mutant, so when I was born I guess he had a few fears that I wouldn't be one either. Five years old: Fears relieved.
He always wanted the best for me. Only wanted the best. But I hated him for it. I ran away and didn't say a thing. He didn't look for me either. I would have known if he had sent anyone out after me.
I inherited quite a few things from my father. The mutant gene, for one thing. Magnetism, charm, an amazing ability to find just what to say or do to really tug at a persons heartstrings. I win over the people, I win over the power.
I guess we're a lot a like, my father and I.
But for one thing.
He loved. I don't think I know how.
My name, dear diary?
Mordecai Xavier.
A servants name. A slaves name. I have named myself quite differently, the title from the same biblical origins, but from vastly different men.
Call me Belial.